“Enter at your own risk”. A gruff voice resounded through the empty building.
“And what is the risk?”
The six-year old was not to be easily discouraged.
“I made that mistake aeons ago. I have grown horns and a ring was passed through my cheeks. I was appointed janitor in this world of terror”.
“Wow! That sounds interesting. Tell me whatever you saw inside”.
“People chained to pillars, and starved till they agree to serve the master”.
“Who rules the place”?
“The Devil Incarnate”.
“I would like to meet him. My father disappeared, and maybe my mother is in there”.
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