The Gates

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Eyelids Burnt flesh. Smell the subject’s burnt-human-flesh. Whimpering? You’re fucking-pathetic. “Your time slips away.” Slayer’s Raining Blood on continuous-loop; LOUD; keep’s him and his men focussed; drowns-out the screaming and power-tools. The subject is bound to a steel-chair: hands and feet. Drill-hole: knee-cap. Face smashed: smeared with dried-blood. Nose crushed: twisted, flattened, pushed-in. Eyes black; swollen nearly-completely shut. “I can’t see nothin’; I gotta open my eye. Cut me Mick.” Rocky Balboa — end of Rocky-1. …

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