refused to even talk to him. Enraged, he took
me to an even more horrible place.
In this second location, body bags
were lying all around filled with the souls of
those trapped in darkness, but not yet truly
dead. Attempting to squeeze their final
breath from them, their hope was that they'd
give in because of pure and simple
exhaustion. Placing me into a body bag, he
sealed it as I could hear the breathing of the
others.
Pleased with himself, the demon took
me to a third location, where he showed me
a best-selling book, my name written on the
cover as author. "Accept this gift, and you
can go free," he said, "you will have a best-
seller and it will be quite financially
lucrative." As I was not speaking, he got
angrier. "Will you accept this?!" Looking
around the blackness of my bag, I unzipped
it from the inside and peered into his ugly
reptilian face. "No," I said, "I don't care about
having a best-seller. I don't even want it."
Quietly, I stepped out of the bag.
Continuing to experience higher and higher
levels of rage, the demon hadn't expected me
to know that I could free myself from any
kind of bondage that Satan might put on my
brent
(Brent)
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