From behind the bolted doors and rusted locks sealing of the lost and condemned souls of mankind, can be heard, the words of the damned. Voices screaming vile and hideous cries of pain, terror and vengeance. Oaths of death and retribution have been scratched by broken finger nails into the oppressive blood stained walls. Time passes as days run into weeks, weeks into months and months into years. Until the sound of the breeze, the light of the sun, and the comforting warmth of hope have been forgotten. Madness is the only steward guiding those who have been forsaken inside. The hour of retribution grows near.       Who will be the first to break the lock, pull the door open and release the demons lurking within the Sweatboxxx?

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