

A Waking DreamConsciousness slowly flows into you as you squint into the dim interior of your cell. You are surrounded by cold stone walls that have seen the short lives of many unfortunate prisoners just like you. Your ears have long since adjusted, but occasionally the anguished screams of others in your block reach your mind, their desperate cries for mercy and the sick sounds of none being given. Gruesome incarnadine splatters speckle the floors and walls from the cruel 'justice' of the keepers. Through the cries, a rhythmic metallic clatter reaches your ears that you immediately recognize as a guard making his way down the hall towards your cell, bangA Waking Dream
Nuxintosh
Thanks for the two faves.
Yay for listening to Rammstein. ^_^
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[T] - [TOBIAS//STORMHAWK]
. . . Not all Russian girls live out their dreams.
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Gott weiß ich will kein engel sein
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