He laid on the cold cement floor for hours. His rotting body grew accustomed to the maggots that squirmed their way through him, creating large gaps in his flesh. Every now and then, he'd groan in pain. After all, what could hurt worse than rotting and being eaten alive?

     His flesh turned cold and tinted blue with forest green at hour 7. Blood pooled around him, creating masterpieces in crimson. He blinked, his emotionless eyes staring up at the wooden flooring. Light footfall echoed around the room, the only sound generated besides groaning.

    A rough voice cut through the barren air, "You idiot boy." The footsteps grew closer,  each one creating a wave dust into his blinking eyes. His pupils looked to the right, towards the other man. His eyes glaze over in pain as the man kicked his steel-toed boot into his soggy skin and weak rib cage. His mouth opened in closed, very weakly. He attempted to speak, but his teeth had been ripped out and maggots had taken resident in the moist cavern.

   As the man left with a scoff, he put a bullet through the mushy flesh. "You should be listened..."

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