My first interrogations – The Smell

Since I arrived, I was blind folded and hand cuffed with a rope. They welcomed me by punches and punts.

I suddenly felt something tearing the air above me on to my back and I suddenly become hot and was burning. It was as if a flood of volcano larva was poured on my back. I was burning and could not breathe.

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