That's it. I can feel the damn pain on my entire body; I can barely move my fingers. I'm not sure if I am, actually moving my fingers or is my imagination, but what about the pain then. Everything is black. I don't know if I am dreaming because I cannot open my eyes, though the pain is real. Where the fuck am I? Finally, I recollect all the strength to move one arm over my guts. I feel the blood under my hand. Why the hell am I covered in blood? I try to open my eyes again without success. I realize that I am moving. But because somebody or something is moving me or I could say dragging me, I'm not sure.........."Right now, I don't have to choose, I'm the Father of this place, you want to go, you just can go, you just have to deal with all those insanely dangerous creatures on your way down through that tunnel of hell. A lot of people hate me, right now it doesn't matter. Of course, if I have to choose, if in a certain moment I really have to choose, then I'm going to be the man they fear instead of the man they love..."........."It comes down to my head. This is the inevitable moment when we take the first step into hell. One shadow climbs its way into the cage..."........."Now you have the honor to be the one who let me live the worst nightmare I ever had..."........."The Birdcage jolts a little bit. That's it. Here we fucking go... again...".........
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