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Steady. Infinite. Haunting me with its never-ceasing beat. The metal walls caging me might as well be dust; so weak, compared to the cage of repetitive thumping. Agree, you might, with the stone-hearted beings that persist in mocking me, feigning the absence of the chilling noise.
“Insane,” I hear them say. They pass by my cell every day, likening me to an innocuous dust mote; unworthy of notice by higher men. ‘Tis their folly, to ignore their surroundings. The tune they hum is a short one, ending on an abrupt note.
Footsteps. Heading my way; disrupting the broken record that is strangling me. The squealing of the rust covered door opening alerts me to the man’s nearness. A rough hand clasps me on each arm, pulling me off of my former seat. I fall limp, my depraved body not capable of supporting me.
I am dragged to an unfamiliar hall, as I wonder what could cause the man to take me out of my prison. Just as it dawns on me, a door is opened. The room is empty, from what I can see. I am pushed forward, and the feel of a coarse rope around my neck is present. The floor disappears from beneath my feet.
The beating is silent.