|
|
Entering into the small chamber, you see the room is occupied...by your two companions. Their barely recognizable faces peer forlornly at you and you cannot help but retch at the gaping bloody slashes on their bodies. Their throats no longer scream in agony but instead bubble as the blood flows from them.
Invisible hands seize you and force you into the remaining chair of terror. Your struggles are futile and only cause the wicked spikes to bite deeper into your flesh. Heavy chains encircle your neck, slither themselves about your body until you are unable to move at all.
Cursing the folly that lead you here, you swallow nervously. It is the last swallow you will ever have. Your head is forced backward and you see, floating near the ceiling, a ghostly blade.
At the blade lowers toward you, your neck seems so suddenly vulnerable. Your hear your own voice screaming as you feel the first slice into your flesh. The pain is excruciating...time seems to have stopped. You feel nothing but searing agony and then, suddenly, all goes black.
It is over.