[right][h2][color=8493ca]Caught in a Snare[/color][/h2][@DaftJive][@Tlazolteotl][/right]

[color=000000]The image of the baphomet seemed to be slowly crushed beneath an invisible weight much larger than himself. The image of the pistol lasted slightly longer and longer. The candle atop his head actively melting, the flame flickering. The phone rang. Papers piled. The phone rang. Papers piled. [i]The phone rang.[/i] Papers piled. [i][b]The phone rang.[/b][/i] Papers
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And the eyes, Damien's eyes dimmed to nothing more than shadowed sockets. The pistol seemed to whisper, [i]"Make it stop."[/i] The weight upon him heavy with [i]"please."[/i][/color]


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[color=8493ca]Behind the barrier, below the heavy chains, Damien drew in a shuddery breath. And then another. The metal vines pressed deeply down onto his chest. His hand twitched, as if to grab something beside him, but his hand met nothing other than his personal prison.[/color]