The cranking sound continously pierced my eardrums like razor sharp spearheads attached to pistons. I couldn't shield my ears from the terrible noise and search for the orange circles. My search became more desperate, furiously sliding my hands across the wall seemingly in vein. My cries for help and mercy were unheard; overpowered by the horrid sonic assault on my remaining senses.
Tears poured from me. Shockingly, I felt pairs of hands grabbing me and my anguish turned to fear. I was torn off of the wall and dragged away from the menancing racket in my cube. I still couldn't see, my world was a ghastly white and the ringing in my ears prevented me from hearing shouts as whispers. Hoisted to my feet, I was escorted down the halls and tossed haphazardedly into a pervasive darkness that swallowed me whole.
I felt nothing in thas place, not even the pangs of my ears that I thought would have driven me out of the city limits of sanity. An odd kind of peace in this temple of greed where I've spent these long years, something I hadn't known but in my dreams. My feet don't even touch the ground, nor can my hands feel out anything tangiable. I float in the silent black and wonder if this is what Death is like: a stationary freedom from our burdens, but freedom none the less. A rectangle of white cuts through the nothingness and a figure stands in the middle. My eyes shoot open. I smile wide and reach out for it. God has heard our prayers, my thoughts squeal with excitement, our time in Hell has ended.
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