Creative Writing: The Inquisition

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I shrank back --but the closing walls pressed me resistless onward. At length for my seared and writhing body there was no longer an inch of foothold on the firm floor of the prison. I struggled no more, but the agony of my soul found vent in one loud, long, and final scream of despair. I felt that I tottered upon the brink. My right hand was my last chance to survive. Death was closer and closer. My slippery fingers on the bricks were the antecessors of my fall into the abyss. Could I resist the cruel punishments of The Inquisition? The answer was a decision of my last finger on those walls. Suddenly, a black cloud took control of my vision. The only thing that I remember after I fainted was a bright and far tunnel. Was I dead?
Fortunately, (or unfortunately) I woke up and a cold sensation run across my whole body. I moved my arms and my legs slowly to check
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The French army had entered Toledo. The Inquisition was in the hands of its enemies. General Lasalle had the appearance of a tall and mysterious man, wearing all black clothes, detail that didn´t even let me see his face. He helped me to get out of that stinky pit and when we were out, I saw his face.I was terrified. But there was no place to run. So I closed my eyes. I did not want to see Death. If I was to die, I wanted to keep my sanity with me. At that instant, I jumped up and ran to the nearest place I could hide. The bottomless pit. As I ran, I caught a glimpse of the monster at the corner of my eyes. What I saw was hideous. A monster, only the smallest signs showing the characteristics of a human, so corrupt and lacerated that I could not distinguish if it was a man or woman, putrid flesh clinging onto a broken and burnt skeleton, the face an indistinguishable mass of blood and skin, the eyes, one missing, one so red it seemed to burn what it was looking at, the source of the sound: its feet which were composed of pale, white

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