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Chamber of Wonders

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The room lit up revealing 5 bodies. They each wake up and scream at each other for they all look the same. As if they were clones. Each one of them had separate memories very different from each other. Before they could speak, the light at the only window in the chamber turned on revealing a human figure. This scared them - or themselves. The figure stepped closer until his face was revealed. He was them. He looked exactly like them but was wearing a labcoat. Now they were really confused and terrified. At his side where a plethora of buttons all designed to cause as much pain and torture to its victims as possible. They suddenly realized there was no escape. He pushed different buttons, inflicting different kinds of pain to himselves. They begged for him to stop. His facial expression remained dead. They all fell down spewing phenomenal amounts of blood. Why they weren't already dead, they did not know. Their eyeballs forcefully plucked out and force fed to them. Their skins carefully peeled off into delicate fibres no thicker than a spider web useful enough to sew a cloth. Slowly and slowly they suffered. 4 of them finally gave in and died. Only one remained. He moved to the corner with what strength he had left and laid in a fetal position. Weeping sorrowfully without eyes for they had been plucked out. The man behind the window didn't seem to show any remorse about the fact that he was torturing someone who talked like him and looked exactly like him. The poor "clone" finally gave in but in a strange way. His body slowly decayed but remained fresh. His eye sockets leaked a black fluid that slowly seeped throughout his body. It was agonizing pain since all his nerve endings were left exposed. Finally he expanded and expanded until he blew up in a bloody mess of organic matter. The man smiled, pressed every button he could, took off his labcoat and jumped into the chamber with the gleeful words in his mouth - "Me Next!"

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