I fear my life is in peril. Where I am or how I got here I have no recollection of, for my memory is fragmented and my mind scattered. I find it necessary to write down my thoughts for fear of losing them again. I don't know how many times I have drifted in and out of consciousness, or for how long I have been here. I see visions beyond this nightmare, visions of wood and carpet instead of stone and dirt, I hear rain.

Review RSS Feed SovietMentality says
6 SovietMentality

Mar 26th, 2013 1 person agrees 2 people don't

the torture chambers were irritating, especially the escape part

sizzjee says
6 sizzjee

Feb 21st, 2013

No review provided

Community Rating



117 votes submitted.

You Say


Ratings closed.