Hazy eyes. Teary confusion.

Lost hands scramble for familiarity. Discover restrictions on the flesh. Cannot move.

Panic. Legs try to kick. Forced down by cold metal.

I feel the wet wood I am laying wood. Frightened eyes slam shut.

Why am I here..? Panic tries to find why I am here.

My divine desire persuaded me here. Seduced by desire, now lost. Desire of the flesh. Divine taste of the flesh and having mine own flesh consumed.

A cage opens and a foam-filled mouth growls in hunger.

Acidic sweat pours down.

Seductive fatality.
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