I see the lips of the black-robed judges. They appear white-whiter than the sheet upon which I trace words-and thin even to grotesqueness thin with the intensity of their expression of firmness.
I am on the verge of death. Where am I? I have been put into a dungeon as my worst thoughts were confirmed. Where do I start? I do not want to die.
Why has darkness been my portion of my doom? What light will I have to use to see around? I am afraid... How am I going to die? Goodness someone saves me from the pit of hell!!
Ahhhhhhh!! I almost fell into this pit! What a miracle! I have been saved from the pit! The pit of hell which consumeth thy life with its fierce, scorching fire. They wanted me to die like this.
Is it only me? Or haven't this pendulum been moving and changes position? (stares and waits) No! No! My death shall not be through the slaughtering of my body!! I need to save myself. (looks at rats) Those rats may be of help to me!
Hurry! I am here to save you!! Stop panicking and let us goooooo!!!
My end is finally near! I don't want to die!! I knew this was the way they wanted me to die!