"Hate the sin, love the sinner."
-Mahatma Gandhi
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My entire body felt numb and aching all over like a truck had run all over me instead of the pleasure haven I had just experienced.
Forcing my eyes open, I immediately felt the cold steel floor against my hot skin. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed the iron bars surrounding me.
"Damn," I murmured, closing my eyes again and massaging my aching head. "I knew it was too good to be true."
I hissed, collecting my wits and shaking off the lingering effects of what had just happened.
"Damn," I started hating myself at that instant. Had it been a test, I would have considerably failed.
With that, I gasped, realizing my mistake in an instant. "That was supposed to be a test?"
My voice echoed, and that was when I noticed the other prison made of iron paralleled the one I was in. Strangely enough, there were people in them too.
"Achoo!"
