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Every muscle and tendon and piece of living tissue down to the smallest particulate matter that was a part of me began to reject and feel repulsed by the sight of his proclaimed masterpiece. With a sudden shortness of breath, I stood with both hands pressed hard against my face so as to shield me from all external surroundings. But the torture, as it has always been, remained deeply embedded into the core stonewalls of my very existence. With the outer world falling away to blackness, my fingers pressed inwards, all in the attempts to reach inside and destroy once and for all those haunting calls of agony draped in a crimson of death.