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                                              --VIXENAUT--
The circumstances I must pronounce the well being of the condition of Sir Walter Sanchez—is not by any means under any resource of investigation. I know well of any course that the events undertaken by the definition of any fragment of imagination is but pure mental of the physical adherence. We mustn’t compare any appearances of the situations to those who have not experienced life after undeath.
          Because I worry that the defiances of the public would criticize that the conditions of Sanchez are merely but stable I would define that the meaning of such supposition is not under any resemblance of the mental case. I felt at the time which the needs of such a being were not under the senses of his will. I mean, the way he suffocated within it, I must express that I was not under any comfort during then when he (Sanchez) had notified that he was indeed—bleeding to death in his mind.
          I contracted my acquaintance with Mr. Sanchez after my experiments within the businesses had produced such successful memos. I had been not under the tests confirmations of curing cancers. For the utmost importance of the hypothesis had not produced any positive feedback among survival. I am penning that it had the qualifications for any sacrifice—quite contrary to your unevident proposals—my memos taken upon this period proved passed the even most unimpressionable doctrines to proceed under the human form of the medicine. I had by this time taken upon the liberty of relating the label of my genius creation as the Vixenaut. And I was utmost excited about the human trial. My only regret was I could forsake the late death of my wife to be exposed to this formula any time sooner before I had aroused the thought. I cannot stomach the thought that the creation came from the sacrifice of anyone I had ever devoted my compassion to.
          For the past months I had not any contemplation of anything elsewhere acceptance. I did not consume them, I did not action when it had become necessary to do so, and I hadn’t had any other experiments on the antidote until the human trial had been borne. I had very little concern about the authorities of the fortune.
I had not any resource of human tribulations and I was getting a little worried. Shall the experiment ever have any significance of proposal I shall company my services with the side of retirement. I couldn’t stomach any underestimate of denial that the formula had any chance of failure that it should not become the relief of the accounts of over the counter medication. Of which where I had not planned under any source of contempt. But my resolve had accustomed unsuch reception.
          A written invitation had fallen into my hands concerning the well being of a Mr. Walter Sanchez. He had been battling blood cancer for the past months without any uncouth sources of wellness. I read that he has been much anticipated by the acceptance of the public after the death of his father. I received the memo on the night October 17, _______. The man I so derived many pleasure for having the energy to opportunity me to his aid with my formula for experimentation lived about fifteen miles away from my location in ________. I grabbed the Vixenaut and began my travel.
          I arrived at about late evening about twenty seven minutes after I have received his note. The scenery surrounding his mansion had been beautifully drowned by many vines along the sides of tile, and the wooded steps seemed unseemingly vain. I proceeded to the door. There was a calm breeze in the air as I breathed with my ever so socking nerves. My lungs didn’t seem at the time a bit moved by this. But made entrance with the permission of Sander Sanchez, Walter’s cousin. He led me to a room that had been only slight left from the room of which I had entered. It had been dubbed in shear paleness light against the walls that had severed under the darkness of the disease. I made my way into the room without so much as a knock for I had been expected under the senses of the man. I automatically dropped my case and tested Sanchez’s pulse. I read the corresponding reactions in the patterns that followed under the count. They seemed to separate at each single pump of blood.
I looked at the man and wondered how this persisted in a living man. And if he shall desire my accompany to the cure, I shall not compass that the rhythm is not but pure excitement under the conditions that percent his wealth. They did not stop. Oh they still did not stop, I could hear them coming into my own ear. Then they crawled--closer—closer—closer--. Oh, god, I could not feel my pressure setting forth for me. I saw the man’s lips unopen and open. I quickly reached for the formula and began my investigation. Ever so loudly the distractions served their purposes. And I was not at length under my own self within the reality of this man. Every minute his eye-the left met my right. It was this then when I requested complete privacy between me and the man to cure. And I knew he would bleed normally after the procedure, and I felt the nerves strengthening at the thought of my heroic capabilities. But the noises—they—they will not let me be. I began to panic; my heart began to race the nerves with much accuracy. My eyes began to condense, I was hallucinating.
          I thrust an injection needle out of my shirt breast pocket and began to force the needle into its position. As I readied Mr. Sanchez for the procedure, I could not tell what the reactions concerning his wellbeing to the hype of the experiment had become. His grins and emotions had not energized any movement of difference to my satisfaction. He moved his bottom lip over the top as I outreached my right arm over to his exposed vein. I did not attempt to discover that his nerves had not reacted to it. I couldn’t stomach it, the failure of the product, and the wasted intimidations. I did it without a conscience, quickly for the noises still remained at my senses. I requested that the approval of the product under the conditions of which it shall protect shall be explained to the family of which it shall become of use.
          I explained how the experiments had been successful within mice and rabbits and how the hypothesis had become to its own form. When the cancer had encountered the product that the mouse had broken down into a deep slumber. With the bodily functions at ease, the formula works itself through the veins at a slow rate so the heart does react to it with vengeance. After this process, the body breaks down the cells into one so that the body works with itself, the blood flow slows so that the body can overcome with breath and the formula spews into the membrane of the cancer cell and attacks it with flood. After the assumption that the cancer is broken down to pieces or that it is dissolving, it flows through the anti-bodies and the blood flow increases by little so that it rids of the minerals of the cancer within the anti-bodies. And then it completely dissolves with the product.
          After I had met the deeds with the hours that were to pass before his wake, I requested that the privacy had returned to my control until I had confirmed that the formula had weared, and that the condition of Sanchez had endured wealth. I tested his pulse every fifteen minutes to consider that his reaction to the medicine had been differed to the passing than that of the doctrine. I associated to a Mr. Sander of to accompany to my assistance until midnight. I therefore took my good couple hours of sleep. The noises seemed to calm at the thought that the injection had aroused the man to pure health. I did not worry nonetheless.
Upon the midnight tole, I had not the strength to precise my own wake. Sander sat by the Walter’s left rib where it diverted to the arm. I arose from unpleasant slumber to amend the event. I stood and outstretched forth an arm, and paced towards his (W. Sanchez) bed. I did not figure that the path had been served with the same paleness as the wall until I averted my eyes to it. The tile seemed rotten as coffee, and the walls seemed to more lightened than before. I reached out for my dentescope and proceeded firmly to Walter. I placed the scope upon the Sanchez’s breast and listened to the pattern. I resulted to the state of shock that in most other cases would have believed man to intense disbelief of life itself. I did not hear any distract, but that of the blood flow. It was that the leaking of the bones as if there had been base to its break. The fall—broken. It made not any sound that my ears could distress as internal bleeding. I assumed that the product had not yet been dissolved.
I eyed Sander and requested him to the notes from the experiment resulting in an unfinished basis. I ordered him to seek my case and retrieve the papers of documentation. He did so urgently and penned my synopsis. It was this…
          The blood seemed to flow at a rate other than slow as I said would infiltrate, and it had seemed to convert to the pit of his stomach, for the emptiness of the heart’s reactions was not apparent of the flow but to the fall for it had not been stimulated. He seems to breathe through his mouth which is closed and not the nose. And his coma is that of insomniac visions.
          This is what I noted without any source of worry in my tone, and Sander seemed to appropriate the verdict. I walked to Walter’s side and I placed my index and middle finger upon his under chin bone. I pressed against it---little---less---little more---less---nothing---nothing---less---little---nothing---nothing---nothing.
          I pressed more---nothing.
          I pressed more---nothing still.
          I pulled my finger and began to press on the chest. There was an immediate reaction on Walter’s part.           And I checked his pulse again.
          Nothing still---but he had movement in him.
          I questioned him under the circumstances of his health while I remained to note his pulse rate. “Walter---Mr. Sanchez? How are you? How is your health?”
          I noted his movements gone again and that his pulse was still nothing. He seemed apparent to be dead.
          I released my grip from his neck. And I set forth to rally the verdict….
          “I live…my mind…blood…my mind is bleeding. Make it stop…for the love of hell, make it stop bleeding!”
          I took this in with no resource of belief; he still, from at least my viewing point had no life in him. I did not have complete sense of it.
          I asked. “Do you breathe still?”
          “No, you inconvenience, I don’t live…my mind is bleeding. It pours…pours. Make it not bleed…make it stop!”
          “Where in your mind do you bleed?”
          “The brain, it is covered in it, piled. I don’t know.”
          “Can you think properly?”
          “No, I can’t think of any but the pain. Oh, god; I can’t see. No! I need to breathe. Oxygen…water. I need to breathe…water…Oh god! I can’t…I can’t…”
          “Don’t panic, It is nothing!”
          “I can’t panic…I need to panic…panic….panic!”
          Walter’s legs began to thrust into the open atmosphere of the room. His arms made no movement. His head opened the lips and the eyes began to pale the entire face.
          He called… “Demons…intruders….villains! Oh, the blood is quick!”
          The moments surrounding these hours had not diverse into any other recollection. Sanchez continued to blur misconceptions. The mixtures of blurbs and the fears of the seduction had concerned the meaning conditions. He continued to struggle—grasping for breath. He screamed—he shouted—he died---he arose—he died again. His scalp began to swell.
          “They’re coming. They’re here! Here. Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
          He continued to choke.
          Choke…
          Choke…
          Choke…
          I walked to him and considered the possibility that the product had affected him violently in his mental feature.
          “Sanchez, do you die? Do you live?”
          In an immediate response in frustration, he replied, “You fool, I bleed still! Make it stop, why you not make it stop!?
          “Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
          He choked….
          His face gasped under its own color and the flesh began to rot. And the air seemed not to become such of any aid on the source of his danger. There seemed to be not of any bleeding within the view of the experiment, and such fear of him suffocating did not capture my sense at the least second of his condition. He continued to struggle; seemingly delusional patterns had entered his vision.
“No! Intruders! Here, here. Keen…very, very keen!” he screamed.
          While he spoke within the gasps, it had such continuance of regurgitation of the throat. His eyes remained unopened-though they desperately tried to unclose his face was at utmost generally of such tightened blood flow—he had become such averted with ghastly inheritance. There seemed to have been no circulation emotion within his vein stream. He did not flinch within the suffocation-it was strongly defined by his reactions to the senses. The sullen departure of his tonsil. The digression at his adherence at the lacking of his appealing. His tongue as well, withheld from the depth and it had sheltered only a brief thrill of acceptance. The effect of the morality had completely discoursed the opinions of the reserve. I did not assume at any necessary employment that thus the necessity of the unaccountable actions within the eyes of the customer had not by any definition presented him with end. His eyes had finally unclosed-I watched them shrink-back into the head.
          I was startled at the sudden amends that had taken me into any unpleasant proceeding and the establishment of the inquireries. With the sudden motionless corpse of Sanchez now unbusied from withdraw, I had accounted the wrist with my Dent Scope, pushing forward with light pressure at the vein to feel any type of blood flow. As this I had mysteriously felt none, I had another resource of investigation. I saw Walter’s chest still seemingly somehow supported by flinch of an undead body part. I measured by the seconds within the boundaries of the pulses from left to right as I had before with the chin. Only this position which I had assured only by its own elevation that it had thus not died at the same time as the chest. But somehow, I found no beating patterns than that of nothing…I found this, somewhat hysterical in the moments surrounding the man’s condition in the chest…even there had there appeared to be no such pattern as well either. I placed my left ear close to the heart at an angle. Again,…no patterns retrieved my sense.
          There seemed not be any virtual sense coming from Sanchez, and in the considerations containing the conditions persisting how he lives dead…I had utmost aspirations for an autopsy, and I proceeded with the permissions of the family. I declared the situation vacant until around ten a.m. Around those few hours I found what had appeared under any such conclusions as pure coincidence, if not poetical in the sense. I feel this to be a matter of unfactual fiction than that as such. The disease of the specters came into my own as well. I had sunken too deep with my own ambitions of curiosity.
          It started to smell…smell really intolerable. I gagged at every puff of breath. Much as if the man had been dead for several days after the procedure, (but he only died a few hours ago, right?)
          “Oh, god…it still bleeds…cut open my head…not my chest…it is here…here in my brain!”
          A phase from earlier had begun to erect my complete authority…
          (I looked at the man and wondered how this persisted in a living man. And if he shall desire my accompany to the cure, I shall not compass that the rhythm is not but pure excitement under the conditions that percent his wealth. They did not stop. Oh they still did not stop, I could hear them coming into my own ear. Then they crawled--closer—closer—closer--. Oh, god, I could not feel my pressure setting forth for me. I saw the man’s lips unopen and open. I quickly reached for the formula and began my investigation. Ever so loudly the distractions served their purposes. And I was not at length under my own self within the reality of this man. Every minute his eye-the left met my right. It was this then when I requested complete privacy between me and the man going to cure. And I knew he would bleed normally after the procedure, and I felt the nerves strengthening at the thought of my heroic capabilities. But the noises—they—they will not let me be. I began to panic; my heart began to race the nerves with much accuracy. My eyes began to condense, I was hallucinating. )
I began to lose myself…my head banging upon my ears. As I had (I looked at the man and wondered how this persisted in a living man. And if he shall desire my accompany to the cure, I shall not compass that the rhythm is not but pure excitement under the conditions that percent his wealth. They did not stop. Oh they still did not stop, I could hear them coming into my own ear. Then they crawled--closer—closer—closer--. Oh, god, I could not feel my pressure setting forth for me. I saw the man’s lips unopen and open. I quickly reached for the formula and began my investigation. Ever so loudly the distractions served their purposes. And I was not at length under my own self within the reality of this man. Every minute his eye-the left met my right. It was this then when I requested complete privacy between me and the man to cure. And I knew he would bleed normally after the procedure, and I felt the nerves strengthening at the thought of my heroic capabilities. But the noises—they—they will not let me be. I began to panic; my heart began to race the nerves with much accuracy. My eyes began to condense, I was hallucinating. )
          It wouldn’t stop…it repeated,
          (I looked at the man and wondered how this persisted in a living man. And if he shall desire my accompany to the cure, I shall not compass that the rhythm is not but pure excitement under the conditions that percent his wealth. They did not stop. Oh they still did not stop, I could hear them coming into my own ear. Then they crawled--closer—closer—closer--. Oh, god, I could not feel my pressure setting forth for me. I saw the man’s lips unopen and open. I quickly reached for the formula and began my investigation. Ever so loudly the distractions served their purposes. And I was not at length under my own self within the reality of this man. Every minute his eye-the left met my right. It was this then when I requested complete privacy between me and the man to cure. And I knew he would bleed normally after the procedure, and I felt the nerves strengthening at the thought of my heroic capabilities. But the noises—they—they will not let me be. I began to panic; my heart began to race the nerves with much accuracy. My eyes began to condense, I was hallucinating. )
And again,
          (I looked at the man and wondered how this persisted in a living man. And if he shall desire my accompany to the cure, I shall not compass that the rhythm is not but pure excitement under the conditions that percent his wealth. They did not stop. Oh they still did not stop, I could hear them coming into my own ear. Then they crawled--closer—closer—closer--. Oh, god, I could not feel my pressure setting forth for me. I saw the man’s lips unopen and open. I quickly reached for the formula and began my investigation. Ever so loudly the distractions served their purposes. And I was not at length under my own self within the reality of this man. Every minute his eye-the left met my right. It was this then when I requested complete privacy between me and the man to cure. And I knew he would bleed normally after the procedure, and I felt the nerves strengthening at the thought of my heroic capabilities. But the noises—they—they will not let me be. I began to panic; my heart began to race the nerves with much accuracy. My eyes began to condense, I was hallucinating. )
          (“They’re coming. They’re here! Here. Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”)
          (“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”)
          (“Sanchez, do you die? Do you live?”)
          (“Demons…intruders….villains! Oh, the blood is quick!”)
          (“Don’          t panic, It is nothing!”)
          (“I can          ’t panic…I need to panic…panic….panic!”)
          (“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh)! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”)
          (“No! Intruders! Here, here. Keen…very, very keen!”)
          (“Where in your mind do you bleed?)”
          (“The brain, it is covered in it, piled. I don’t know.”)
          (“They’re coming. They’re here! Here. Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”)
          (“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”)
          (“Sanchez, do you die? Do you live?”)
          (“Demons…intruders….villains! Oh, the blood is quick!”)
          (“Don’t panic, It is nothing!”)
          (“I can’t panic…I need to panic…panic….panic!”)
          (“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”)
          (“No! Intruders! Here, here. Keen…very, very keen!”)
          (“Where in your mind do you bleed?”)
          (“The brain, it is covered in it, piled. I don’t know.”)
And again,
          (I looked at the man and wondered how this persisted in a living man. And if he shall desire my accompany to the cure, I shall not compass that the rhythm is not but pure excitement under the conditions that percent his wealth. They did not stop. Oh they still did not stop, I could hear them coming into my own ear. Then they crawled--closer—closer—closer--. Oh, god, I could not feel my pressure setting forth for me. I saw the man’s lips unopen and open. I quickly reached for the formula and began my investigation. Ever so loudly the distractions served their purposes. And I was not at length under my own self within the reality of this man. Every minute his eye-the left met my right. It was this then when I requested complete privacy between me and the man to cure. And I knew he would bleed normally after the procedure, and I felt the nerves strengthening at the thought of my heroic capabilities. But the noises—they—they will not let me be. I began to panic; my heart began to race the nerves with much accuracy. My eyes began to condense, I was hallucinating. )

“Sanchez, do you die? Do you live?”

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                                     --THE TRANCE--
(It was death. Death with a many acquaint of sickness with many overdoses, and when my legs had unraveled me, and I was unrolled at length, I started to smell the stenches of rat leavens. The overdose served to me in the form of painkiller pills- was the last of my meals with authentic reaching of my arm. The hymning of industrial machines had marched into my ears with a disturbing sense of turbulence. It had fumed into my limbs-and the judgment of its appearance. It was a rushed experience-for I had saw the sparks off the medal bars above my ceiling reflecting upon my shadow. A group of silent shivers had oppressed against my senses to extinction. I saw the words of the president with what appeared into my remaining sense in the language of the exaggerations of my enprisoners. I saw his eyes- but even those were covered within the fedora suit that had the figure of my shadow glaring upon it. They were red- blood red- as red as the dry vomit upon my white robe. A very rocked solid position they had served unto me with the echoes of forsakenness-even my actions had reflected to my senses an immovable army of torturers. I watched the degrees of my nerves increase in affright. My faith had dehydrated upon my impact in the dungeon. It was this when I first saw them within my deadly location. I saw them fish hook my hand to the crete below as they stamped my name unto my skull- I hustled to nowhere as my heart rate had increases and the burns had severed into the depths of my brain. My hearing had forsaken me for a period of months. I had tasted the terrors and the horrors served to me each week-it had become more and more delicious and addicting to the point where I was withdrawn . I saw the soft and nearly impervious rips and waves of the walls within the drippings of the ceilings unwrap the room. A sudden outside blow had thrown my vision on the desk with a blind blur. They had-at first read the verses of the Psalms of David for many hours of which my faith had increased upon the Lord if he had come to rescue me- but then-retrospectively, there arose inside me a burning in my stomach and a deadly itch upon the stamp on my skull, and every milligram of pills I had taken had started to touch my veins and my brain had begun an exercise of jumps with an energizing sweat, while the verses of the Psalms had become meaningless and forgettable trivials. It was then that the notion of obvious reasons had erected the point that no help-God or not-was coming to my save. As well, there right into my sanity, a bitter taste of rust had begun to run down upon the grave they had set for me in my memories. The sight and smell came as gentle as a tapping-as my soul paid to it with full attention; and just as my spirit had became a proper length, the eyes and the shadows started to fade-tornadically-before my very own eyes. The desk started to melt into a deep puddle of wood polish. The glares disappeared sullenly and the darkness increased in size. All my senses appeared to assemble into a bad slushing of a soul into the hates of Loneliness. The quietness and sleepless visions and images never went away in my own worlds.
          I swallowed with but all of what would not stay within the expressions of the dark room in which I was lost. The leftovers from within it I strongly demand of full avoidance. I was lost. As well, my own mortality as an adult fumed an ever so childish worry and outcry where my hearing had heard it with an enormous abnormal drum. Arising from the burst of the shrills within my slumber, a cob of webs had wrapped into my sight upon the frozen crete. and with a bit consecrations of coincidence, I found myself by the fully papered walls which to my estimation I had never again thought that as the resemblance of a dream. In the return to breath from the swallow there came two phases.
          The first was that of my mental features of which I pen these words-the second was within my physical appearance with a great benefit of doubt. The experiences gained nothing but impressions and probabilities of if I had remembered these experiences-I would have the memories of the boundaries. And that is-gulp-of none. Whence a district of distribution reflections had shown from those to the grave. But the impressions of what the phases had separated have, yet, rephrased after the long interlude they had not the intentions a comeback, while I hence into the unsatisfaction of the periods. Those who never swallow under these circuits find the colors of the strange castles a bit sturdy within the upon floating images of bright dots in mid-air above their brow. These visions reveal many familiar voices within the phantoms. I may not view into them without the performance of the somber-the only way the images have the physical qualifications of the Symphonies of Beethoven upon the restraint of his attentions to my confidence which would capture the note. I therein had no intentions of. Sullen images of unthoughtful endurances had struggled to fortune upon the cent of seeming priceless ingenuities. These moments of which I may have dreamed were of much success in their brief approach when the memories of liquid assurance had bounced into the poison wounds of unconsciencness. These images of memory spell the names of unwilling men in the condition that is adjacent to my own. And with the boring silence that had lifted upon their carcasses had begun to drop-drop-until the lack of breath had shielded them against the spinning walls that with the mysterious ideas of landing. They spoke in terms of the judgment of my rotten, yet leaking heart with an unreal description. I then felt a sudden urge to run-but couldn’t under any circumstance within their limits. I was paused without any affection for their soil. After all this my brain starts to jump- I felt a flattened surface desperately oppress against it. The only memory of the downfall was the bruise it had given itself upon the impact. And then I was forbidden of anger.
          Upon my awareness- there came a shrewd motion of fingers and my hearing, a tremendous beating of thine heart and, in my estimation, a slow rate of blood pump. And then a period when it all had stopped. Then-the pumps-then again-nothing-and again pumps. A vital intuition which prevented my position. My well being and existence-I knew-would not last long. A thought of uttering and unreal horror had endured and plummeted in to a new condition. It cursed unto me with strong-very-very strong desire to collapse. My soul had evolved into motion. The flashes of a trial involving my murdered loved ones had held on by their own murderers. It was not in the form of the memories- the forgotten words had followed, and much to what I had expected nonetheless was in the Judges throne. It was the figure of-as I recall-the outlined shadow of a pitchfork. My head had been held low unrestricted. I bowed down and laid on my left rib. My opposite arm had opened the palm-the gravity had pulled it from the mid air unto a frozen smooth but very firm surface. I felt the blood in it circulate heavily as it went numb.
          I had wept and started to struggle in place for many minutes. I thought about the trial and the pitchfork. I did not support my vision to imagine the purpose. At every image I had begun to choke on something in my apple and my breath I felt was abandoning. An extreme aghast had employed my senses and a rush of dizziness and gargles had started to eat away my vision, for now I was blind. I was desperate and grew wild, I quickly started to lose breath. My greatest fears were jest analyzed. The complete darkness accompanied me-my breath was entirely gone. The intense choking and suffering had produced a cough-and another-and another-and another. The space had become unceasingly sphere. I was taking it rather well and my attempts of exit had ceased to function. I reminded myself the sounds of the industrial machines within a mute, the rats-the shadows the echoes-all silent. I presumed that I was dead. Such a breakthrough without the understanding of untolerented assistance. I knew a perished being had usually the month to decompose when left undone. I remained in my position in the room, as thus the rib had begun to burn. At once, I sought my remaining awareness of existence. As well, my room had cracked crete and the glares all began to erase. The thoughts of any escape always drove my blood right back to my heart, and afterwards I would once more collapse into any sense. I immediately began to push myself up to both of my feet, stumbling conclusively in my nerves, and a thirst in my tongue began to arouse me in every way.
          I felt sick-still stumbling unindependentley in to the depths of the room. Precipitation had deployed from my every hair line and stood on my arms and head. The withdraw grew desperate in me and I kneeling went ahead with my finger wrapped inside themselves and my eyes inside their sockets, in the faith of ever seeing a glare again. I succeeded for many seconds-but the blackness inside and out of the space had not lit. My breath came a pounding. It appeared proved that I was never, in the most grotesque but disturbing and unrelentful of balances-seemed to fade in total black. Thus now, I paced further with such supposition, suddenly there came to my attention a series of thumping against the walls and the floor below and above myself. Of the dangers in the room were the voices that described the reasons behind the victories of the arms: the darkened cables had been derived between the brims of nostrils. Something was stuck into my nose-ouch! Aghast I was within repetitive experiences of my exit. I was left to suffer within a perishing dose of venom. The results revealed the pits of my burning and nauseous stomach. I knew death too well by now to name my fate. Perhaps ever more stranger were the up most distractions above my scalp. My knotted hands were induced into some substance that laid in an oval puddle. It was the wood polish-a bit evaporated inside my nostrils and dried over the wall-increasing melted in the patterned paper. My palm opened-creeping upon with untrusted descent-it encountered the spit of tongue. It was that of the narrators. This was, however in debt within the space I had not traveled within the prison.
          A sudden spot of cold had pinched my hand-it fell-upon a stone. I therefore fought the force to snatch it which had fallen out of the wall-it had dismasted-and then my robe had achieved the trade for cotton silk. The difference, though, was the hole at my right waist close to my crouch area-it seemed very fragile nevertheless within the material. In gripping my fists as I made my way around the dungeon, the surface had begun to rise and fall, but I had not created a survey of thought-I was too weak The ceiling started to leak and the crete had begun to flood. Soon it was slippery. I stepped my left foot-and then my right thigh, I started to faint. My dirty carcass had remained on the prostate-soon the night had captured my full beware as I remained still and slept.
When I arose, my leg had bent, my arm had tightened the muscle, and I found by myself- pills and a damped rag of water. It was morning. I was not half into my self to stomach them, but swallowed them and drank with possession. Briefly there after, I continued my descent into the blackness of the dungeon, in the soil there arose a figure on urge. Upon the minutes leading up to it, a pitchfork had stood by the walk when I have arrived at the pile. I then met-with many blows-the fists of the figure. Thus-I could not detail his shape or outline supposing if that was all that I saw of him or her.I did not impact-for the crete was completely flooded. Certainly I had no strength to swim or pace further if it was shallow. It was deep- very-very deep. I no longer feeling in my legs. At first I had begun to sink-my head reached the floor-it was cracked. I bravely-under the creek started to breathe within the recollected bubbles. I had crossed in the hesitation of movement. I started to struggle-I was stuck-I was gasping for breath-the hole in my cotton silk wrapped around my knees. They had began to stretch as the hole began to increase in size until the cotton had tore. When my legs made contact with the crete, I began to fall. In the encounters intending my fall, I approached a dehydrated piece of land, which was immediately I noticed-different than the dungeon. My weight completely landed on my rib. My full attention was paid to the pain.
          My laying and battered corpse had stayed in place. Like so, the left side of my face had been eaten by total darkness, but my right side, although it may look substantial, was lit by a huge glare from the unnoticeable ceiling tall ceiling. Also, my entire skull felt a bit light, and the rat leaven stench had returned to my sense. I rolled over on my back, and I immediately noticed I was in the center portion of a huge drainage, which would expose, of course where the creek had derived, for presently-I struggled no more. I seceded my self for any fringe or object to fall into drainage. On somewhat occasions I heard reservations from the sides of their appointments.
          A brief period of slimy liquids had fumed in the drainage and left a smell that desperately intolerable. The reservations were perceived by loud, psychotic Marines. At this point there came a feeling of vibration- I saw a dark rectangle on the ceiling; and it got bigger and it grew in to a square. A loud chime had caught my aware. The glares had suddenly faded before I could see the subject of the chime. I was once again in full blackness which never faded. Every fiber inside myself had begun shiver, I grabbed my way back into a single pitch of slender glare. I saw within in it the labor built for my departure, and consisted upon the crisis of any developments.
          It was scheduled after my next arousment. But the aggravation of the echoes and minders had kept me aware and awoke for numerous hours; but when the echoes faded and the minders had been surmounted, I fell under myself and again slept through. As I arose, I found by my head, just as earlier, pills and a damped rag of water. A desperate hunger aroused my muscle, and I took the dose without a doubt. I became extremely full, I was too overdone-for I was hallucinating. I started to become desperate for more- much, much more. My mind had an enormous rpm, I became irresistibly dizzy. A flooded apple had opened and an extreme stench of digestion had spewed out of my body to the drainage hole. I fainted and was out for only God knows how long. I unlatched my eyes and the glare from before had increased in length during my sketch. From out the sufficed arousment-I was mended to sought the length and measurements of the hole.
In its center I had misfortuned. The whole length of the dung had not perceived through my stretch. During the seconds I was abound fragments at length, a faction had accompanied me to a writhe wrapping of danger; great danger! Lest under the unapproved conditions I had encountered, I took a dimension of the drainage and made it my own. But my intentions compiled to their senses upon the sounds of a rifle, and my pupil had bruised itself from the counts upon the measurements of the dung. I had to of been on the edge near a root of parterre, for the unperformance of such had circulated in to a fault. I was then at the boundaries of a great seminal, and upon my return to the world, my untaken steps had severed by a much decrease-and supposedly the walls had increasingly imposed closer to my body. My satin had been drenched to a pulp of loft, my ankles had struggled to persuade a single notion of movement outside my position. I had been equally laid out between each wall of the dung.
All the tortures and the doses I wore as long as I could, but in my present condition, the intruders sought of none other than a complete abortion. A needing space for a comfort departure had been arranged-during which I had slumbered. When I came to, I had still been equally laid-but now I was completely stretched over the labor of construction abounded at my spine. Adhered to it I was tied at the neck, the arms and knees by a single belt from the material of linen. There passed many conversations about my aftermath, leaving me with the relief of a brief period of the sentence promised months from the trials. Several dents-very loud impacts had sphered around the labor, creating a border line of my boundaries.
          The framework had began to detilerate as I struggled for escape. The figures had-as before-read the Psalms of David upon my inlet. A thirst had begun to build inside my tongue. I saw-to my busied tension-that the damped rag had been rinsed. The repulsive glares I had at length sought revealed the three teeth arrested above the breast of a stick, and it had given arousment to the figures. The entire mouth was medal and it had the an insufficient disfigure upon the floor. Looking soundly, I petitioned upon the routes of the drainage. The pitchfork had been lifted from its core and the figures raised upon their necks black hoods over their scalps. Their eyes had painted an uncommon glance which represented the same features as that of my fathers. He held what, I had supposedly imagined in the trials of the memoirs, the image of a pitchfork such I had seen also within the farm fields of Ferrate.
          My head moved itself straight above-(for the pitchfork had been lifted and its position was equally hung over my forehead) I sensed that it started to swing. Immediately afterwards, I had assumed it and was confused. Its swing was back and forth and above all-slim. My eyes never left it, and I watched for hours not move another inch beyond my boundaries, in fear and much anticipated disbelief. It kept going and never stopped, nor slowed down.A tender perch upon the ground had interacted upon my senses, and as I surveyed, I saw several more hooded figures arise with bells through their palms. They had ported from the drainage hole, which had still laid just below the labor. As well, while I noticed these events, they acquainted into rows of six or seven, and, alarmingly, began to pace towards myself by the orders of my struggles. For them it qualified much participation and efforts to diverse them.
          What I saw then above my eye lids had burden upon my veins a sudden pause of flow, the pitchfork had stopped swinging and an arm at length had beheld it on both sides apart from one another on the handle.
As a natural coincidence, the sounds of the industrial machines had forced it to rise a number of meters. I could no longer struggle or move at all. But what had aroused me into the utmost worry was the idea of it unpauseably derailing. I swallowed harshly at the thought. I could not doubt the actions that had lead to the institutions of human tortures.
          My categories consisting to the industrial machines had captured the moments of pronounced silence, the pitchfork whose requirements had been molted for myself, steady-- and regarded by my readied distilled bruised and living corpse, it began to plunge towards the drainage hole. It was inching towards my face, between the lines where my sockets met the pupils and the nose arose to the scalp. It was edged over my somber. Hours went by, inches increased little by little. I grew aghast, angry and psychotic and I struggled to move within the views of the prison. There was an intrudence that had briefly broken the plunging of the pitchfork. But it hadn’t been long enough, for I had the surveillance of the hooded fiends take line of the mistreat of the pitchfork. It had steadily made up for the inconvience, and it dropped immediately without remorse an entire foot and stopped. Long indigestion had nearly eliminated my coordinates within my mind. I was fragile-disposed.
          The vengeance of the pitchfork was in slated with increased desire. I saw the teeth as they grew across the boundaries of the labor. It would verge through the linen --and it would pry through each of my pores during its operation. Inching--inching. It had not another foot to sweep (it was approximately 11 inches from my nose.) For several minutes, I had accomplished nothing of a sort. At this point I had realized I had no means of escape. I pulled my bones together and dared myself no further of relaxation. My heart upon a pounding through my breast had given attention--and so, it calmed before the compact. I had relaxed more comfortably here atop the labor of the drainage. I pulled my head to where it would meet exactly with second tooth of the nose and the ends met the eye. I crunched my own teeth over my tongue and paid no sound attention if it should come to pass on. I waited. Inching--I pounded my throat on a last swallow and held it in until my eyes were touching the edge. Stealthily it had dropped another. I abandoned a deep tract of leisure with its downward spiral of extended velocity. Within a shrinking in my heart, it paced further and tighter! I began to initially smirk at the fiends and laughed at the mere sight of the descend.
          I licked the left tooth of the pitchfork as all the teeth continued to fall.
          and it had touched the eyes! I shivered with such a feeling of relief with it inches away from my senses. I felt a sudden pinch of impatience--I started to needy and hungry-very hungry. Eat me! I shrugged out to the pitchfork. Eat me away!
          still not eating, still inches away! I sucked in my stomach and pushed my breath into it.. I struggled continually at the wait. My throat closed the tonsil and an outburst of in vain and emotionless screams had echoed during the operation, how unexplainable the feeling of death can become.
Still I struggled with the wait, it was coming--it was here! I unopened my eyes before the impact, a keen digging had scabbed the upper lids before they were completely closed. And it dug deeper--deeper--deeper. Oh god, the pain is inevitable! I saw it inch further some four to six. The teeth had brung a what I had observed there in the covnent of my spirit a collected synopsis of keen despair and suffering. It would not fade; and I would die. For the first time in many months--I could not think.
          It was now apparent that the linen-tied as tight to the choke had not been unique in quality-for presently-I was not tied by no labor. The result was a slightest struggle to escape. It was all abound at length on me moreover within the provided doses and tortures had I not received within the hours of the trace of the pitchfork (which had no longer been bonded within both eyes and nose.) It wasn’t notable from my angle where I had elevated to. The surreal experience had placed upon my limbs to ascend in every direction incapable of ceasing. I felt no semphasis of freedom. Within the grip of the inquiries. The industrial machines ceased within the gaps of the prison. My every movement had become intolerantly possessed . I had been delivered upon the worst of the barongs within some other death. With that in mind I nervously stalked the shadows that hung oppressively over the labor of which I lay. I did not initiate what could have been obvious. Within this during, I had become aroused to the sullen but dim piece of light that shrewd through the prison. It proceeded through a firm tissue that wept throughout the half containing the rinse less of the writhes. I had encountered a measure of emulous flowers upon the thorns of the carcass. But of course, I had not out took the redemptions of the fiends that spread around the crops. They were not indefinitely assumed under the circumstance of the accusation.
          -even when I was under the influences of the soils. Suicides I had borne had a painless instinct upon the amendments of the victims. With a grasp, I stood above the garden and I was positioned above the carcass I had been wearing. My body humidity had increased alarmingly, I rushed in place at length to a similar situation of unbelievable cravings. A sudden change colour had instated the positions of the Marines which I had dictated since I was never ment. The room had been circular. I saw two of the shears peel against the walls containing the cement of a thousand tears. A fearful difference had resembled a decrease in the insoluble solutions of the wood polish. In an immediate dalliance the room had ventured through the bosom. And the thumping of a stimulating sense had captured my full attent. “Intruders!” I shrugged. If I had known then what I would have known now, or even that would I create such the rapid wits of the yester gulf. There was another form of subconsciencness. I had sealed through the lairs with the body of the Ferrate. I had vowed unto a restless rage of uncomplete rich amendments, and I left the body to my chest length and I had prepared for contemplation through the aftermaths. The walls enclosed further more, but the agony had found its proprietor and the unseen forsakenness had become unto the manners of one long murderous familiar burst of shrill. I felt a huge offering given into the bank- I had fortuned upon the riches of fiends. I had no more struggled. My body just an inch below the enclosure. I once again unopened my eyes.
          There was the disturbing agnates of industrial machines mottling into the mile. There was a long song hummed into the thunders of the greeters. The body had been vented in a bliss. A large single labor of ware had fallen into the shadows--fainting into the spot. A view had captured my downfall between me and the drainage hole, -it was the body of Ferrate-- my own next to the many endorsers of the industrial machines--the pitchfork was in the heads of its ancestors.)
          This allusion trance during the evening that had produced the testimonies of Sanchez had not produced any form of unreliable analysis. There was a sense of evidential creation, from some form had the blood in the mind had resulted from the Ferrate’s pitchfork, a sequence of the histories of this denial on the secondary hypothesis of the dictation.
          We had for hours now astounded ourselves through this nightmare with lackness of significance. Immediately there was silence to its own end, and the perceptions of the subject never responded to the ending of the torture. The formula had wearied itself by noon, one eye was still opened. We had foreseen to alarm paramedics to the sight. I had examined the corpse and had undertaken my rights under the accusation of ‘Doctor Assisted Suicide.’ I had served unto their own perceptions and explained why such a bogus being shall not assume such, but my own little personal note had been displaced without any source of belief.
Upon the bed where Walter had accompanied so much suffocation, there was mass of some rotten redness bliss…a resemblance of uncertain deception supposition.

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Note: The ‘Vixenaut’ formula mentioned in this tale is a non-existent type of medication of any kind. Nor does it represent any kind of medication that acquires the alias identity it cures. However, my feelings towards the cures for cancers are high, but under this circumstance I must express that I wish not for any source if this type of side effect to ever occur, and that any Doctor shall take full responsibility under their prescriptions to the public. –Matthew Laramore