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... ened his eyes. This was not the real world. It was a dream, but it definitely looked real.
He couldn't move and he couldn't speak.
His lips been sewn shut with thick, crude black thread, still wet with blood. Alsp, he quickly noticed that he lay naked on a cold silver platter.
His limbs were splayed out and nailed gently through the wrists and ankles with surgical precision. The pain that came from them was sharp, but from the looks of it, there was more to come.
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