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I am at the county fair. A group of close friends is with me for some time and we purchase ice cream and other treats. It is hot out and there is a car crash down the road. I distinctly remember my bright green shirt and messy hair, the way I stepped over the blazing blacktop. Noon was born and I retreat to the horse barn, evading the heat. I am alone and before me is a large blank door. As I step inside, I descend many wooden stairs into many strange chambers made entirely of wood. I find electric saws, hammers, other woodworking tools all about. I find devices of torture and tables used for such, but empty and unused.

I find what appears to be an underground village, and the people there were welcoming and kind to me. They seem civilized and I remember their warm hearts. I exit the village and return to the horse stables, then move back to the centermost part of the fair. It is evening now and the sun is setting. The sky is red with dusk and blooms purple in its far reaches. The crowd thins, I see marauders in the distance wearing masks, mugging the innocent. I evade this and slink to the shadows, fleeing cowardly.

After wandering hopelessly for some time, I return to the village. As I find it this time, it is different. The nice people I remember are all gone, and several were hanging just beyond me. There, viper-like ropes clenched their throats and their bodies swayed. In horror and shock, I move along and find the remnant of the people. They are all dressed in police uniforms, yet I know in my heart that they are not who they say they are. There is a woman leading them. She is short with slightly wavy dark blonde hair. Her skin is pale and she has emerald eyes and wears gray formal attire and high heels. She is middle aged, perhaps older, in her sixties. She is cruel and frightening in every sense and has many, many people hanged. I see now that the masked marauders I had witnessed earlier begin to drag people in from the outside and torture them on long wooden tables. Work saws tear them apart and nails are driven into their skulls. One man is fed to a rabid horse. A pregnant woman has her stomach torn open and her unborn fetus baby is ripped out and devoured by a plethora of swines. There are demonic creatures walking in the halls in the distance, and I can hear them laughing malevolently.

I meet this woman, and her name is Dianne. I have never met her in the real world. She describes to me that she is in charge. I agree and begin to compliment her appearance, saying "what lovely hair you have", "what nice clothing you wear," and make an attempt to give her a great image of myself. Perhaps I may rank highly among these people, work alongside her. It was either this or die. I could do nothing. I had no choice. It was a psychopath's wonderland.

I point out to her who new targets should be, I show her who would be valuable assets to her. I help her find innocent, weak people to kill. I don a swine's face and wear it as a mask as I slip to and fro among the darkness and in the thick of night, kidnapping as I will, and massacring the populous. As I return, I am high in ranking and Dianne is appreciative of me, yet I am still new and she still attempts to frighten me and does succeed. She leads me to a large barn in the village. We stop at the door and she looks at me with a malicious smile. "I must warn you, inside you will see lots of violence, nudity, and sexual situations. Are you alright with this?" she asks me.

I nod and reply, "I can handle it."

"Okay," she said. "Follow me."

We move inside, accompanied by a few of her lackeys in their police uniforms. The first alleys of the building are filled with cells upon cells which hold captive live, unharmed humans. They are clothed and not touched harmfully yet, but are distraught and wailing. They are scared beyond compare and crying, begging release and mercy. They are all female. I finally realize that one of these captives is my own mother, and her face arranges hope as she sees me. She is on her knees in a tiny cage, just under another and flanked by even more. She begs silently, using only her facial expressions, for me to release her. To protect the both of us I must remain silent and pretend as though I do not know her, but my heart aches and I feel as though I could explode. My eyes want to stream a waterfall, but I must suppress my sorrow or risk death.

As we move through the rest of the building, I see grotesque experimentations. There are humans mixed with various farm animals. I see naked humans with horse heads, some with cow hooves, some with goat heads. Some are women with the rumps of pigs and some are men with the testicles of bulls. Some have sallow greenish, brownish, or grayish skin. There are bones nailed to some of the walls and I see authorized personnel leading normal humans to troughs where they are slaughtered and fed to these hybrid beasts. Women with the heads of pigs tear apart innocent human women and devour them. I vividly remember the blood and innards that were poured over the pavement at feeding time. Dianne during this time was happy and pleased. I watched as some of the personnel in uniform molested and engaged in other sexual interactions with the hybrid beasts. I remember wanting to divert my eyes, but could not out of fear. I wanted to please Dianne, so I pretended to love all of this, and that seemed impossible. There were times I even stepped into stables with the horse-women and laid my hands on them, even though I was terrified. I touched their bare bodies with my bare hands.

In the end, I was given my own uniform and told to work the building. As Dianne and I neared the door which we entered through, I spotted my mother again. There were no personnel around and I saw my chance. I pushed Dianne and broke down the cage door to my mother's cell, picked her up, and began on a mad dash to the door. The doors moved past me and all grew silent except for the sound of my crying, my pain, my heaving as I trekked across the ground with mother in my arms. Finally, an end did come.