With that she disappears out of the torch light and out of my view. I hang there still suspended off the ground with my blood dripping from me. I realize now is my time to escape but my hands are bond to tightly, my hands and fingers are various shades of purple. I try to slip them through but the ropes only for it tighten its grip. I look up and see that I hang from only hooks that have been drilled into the stone ceiling. My only chance is to swing. I swing myself furiously, my hands feel a though they are going to rip off. In a sharp jolt the hooks have loosed and break free from the ceiling.

I fall upon the floor my body aches with pain. I undo my bonds as I rise and find my uniform and more importantly my pistol. I grab my colt 1911 and don't even consider dressing for my only thought is to escape. I follow the madam's trail and pass a wide array of more jars that possesses eyes, hearts, and livers. I find a stone stairs and climb them furiously. I run in to a wooden door at the top of the stairs. Its locked! I slam against it but it does not budge. A slam against it once again and still it rebounds. I try a final attempt and with success I blow down the door and fall upon the floor. I look around me and see women half dressed, I must have entered a dressing room. Sun light enters from widow slits, we must be in a basement. There she is again, the vile madam looks to me and says, "Ah, you join us again lieutenant."

The other women in the room eyes turn black as they let out an evil hiss that sounds the equivalent to nails on a chalkboard as like they are possessed by unholy demons. I try and cover my ears but the women lunge towards me. I fire my pistol at the first and she shudders in mid air as the bullet passes clean through, blood sprays the floor as she drops to the ground. The madam stand there obviously amused at the dilemma. Another one approaches me and I fire, this shot flies into her chest but does not pass through the she falls dead upon the floor a puddle of blood pools around her. I wave my pistol frantically at the others who circle me for attack. Suddenly two grab me from behind. I try to fire but they raise my had high up into the air. The gun fires and a shot penetrates the wooden ceiling. I wrestle them off of me, one by elbowing in the face causing her to reel back. The other by throwing her over my back where she lands on the floor. I stand over her and pull the trigger, in a flash her skull explodes and is reduced to a blooded mass on the floor. I am now sprayed blood and another unholy woman charges me. She grabs my arm and bites down on to the flesh, I cry out with pain. I shake her grip and she takes a piece of my flesh and meat with her. I back hand her with the pistol and the stumbles to the ground. Another runs into me into an attempt to tackle me to the ground. She looks up to me with a sinister grin that made my skin crawl. I hold her back and fire the pistol into her side. Blood splashes me as she doubles over in front of me. Now it is just me and the madam. She glares at me with a smile, "What are you waiting for lieutenant?" she asks gleefully.

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I raise my pistol to her and line my sights on her. My finger presses the trigger and click!

Im out of ammo! She looks to me still smiling, behind her is another set of stairs that are my only escape route. She puts her hand on her hip and says, "Eager to leave so soon lieutenant, we were just having fun." With a wave of her hand I am thrown against the wall. With another wave I am slammed into the ceiling and fall upon the floor. My ribs feel broken and my head aches with pain. My vision is blurred and I feel disoriented, what kind of devil magic is this? I grab my dropped pistol and sling it as hard as I can. With another wave of her hand it stops mid flight but gives me just enough time to rise and tackle her. I throw her upon the floor and beat her savagely with my fists. Her face is blackened and bloodied, she lets out an ear piercing wail. I now see my opportunity and make a dash for the stairs. I sprint up them with amazing speed. I burst through the door and to my amazement find the brothel empty. I see the sunlight shine through the windows. I run a burst through the front entrance and am surprised to find jeeps and police vehicles out in front. They form a barricade with rifles out and pointed at me. I am saved! "Hands up, down on your knees" One MP shouts. I comply and just came to the realization that I am only in briefs and am covered in blood that is not my own. Two MPs come over to me with steel cuffs. They take my bloodied hands and cuff them behind my back. "We are taking you in you sick bastard." One says.