DMBoneSaw

My senses returned, slowly, painfully, one by one, until I begun to realize my surroundings, and my fate. Sobbing, from somewhere above me, the smell of.... ? Cold metal clasps on wrists and ankles. Then, eyes wide open, and there to meet them, clear blue
============================================================================================ Title :DMBoneSaw File name : DMBoneSaw Author : John Email Address :jcfal@clara.net Web page :http://home.clara.net/jcfal/ I know, what the hells