PhoebeJaneWrites

There was no music only a punching bass that reverberated off the walls in order to provide some type of distraction to the victims inside. They were all victims and most of them had not even realized it. What else would you call people who were slaves to an external force that they could not controll. Some of them sat rocking back and forth caught in delusions of rabbits, flying, children, lovers and sanity. They were all extremely sane, just trapped like animals in a maze.
  
 Others strode about the rooms looking for a means to placate their other desires. Once their hunger was fed, they realized other needs had to be met. Men licked their lips and stared at women caught in their own dreams. 
 
 
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