One of the guards had his mammoth, leather gloved hand on my shoulder. The chains on my ankles rattled with each step I took, and my entire legs were aching from the weight of the metal. The dark room at the end of the corridor became closer and closer. As I walked toward my death, my mind turned back in time to when I first arrived here... 2008-07-17T01:47:29Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/27361 <p> FLASH BACK ! =]</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/27361?basename=80708 2008-07-17T01:47:29Z Flute Loop<33 http://ficlets.com/authors/sasha