Behind these rotting wooden walls and corroded and warped ceilings lay individuals who are tortured and tormented down to their very souls. Inescapable fates went unabashed, unhealable scars and wounds that ran so deep marred once beautifully creamy skin. Blemishes of the earth, nay- lower than the dirt they walked on and scorned for their association, they await an ultimatum...

Her eyes teared up, the strength in her arms and hands weakening with each passing second. Her hand was slipping... She wanted to let go...The strain in her arm was great... Tears began to flow more freely down her face...And that was it. ((NOTE: Ratings and Genres are subject to change!))