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The L-C - murder mountain (the black jungle) 1 - waking up trapped
- I was speaking to some guy once inside the cinema
- We was speaking quietly about the movies
- Whispering about the movie and laughing
- He mentioned something about a documentary
- Apparently a place called "murder mountain"
- Inviting me around his so called 'mansion'
- I was just in total disbelief to be honest
- Wasn't quite sure if he was telling the truth
- I kindly agreed after the movie finished
- He asked if i believe that documentary (was like, nah homie)
- He had the most beautiful car I've ever seen
- But anyway we pulled up outside his huge house
- Pretty much in the middle of nowhere
- With loads of crappy cars &number plates
- His garage was full of equipment
- Looking like a normal house to me
- Ok he's got money and cars fair enough
- But then he whipped out some drugs
- It wasn't really my thing if I'm being honest
- But i couldn't say no to some weed though
- I was so stoned i didn't know where i was
- Ended up passing out on his sofa
- Waking up on a plane going somewhere
- With a note in my pocket with writing saying
- "You better not piss them off"
- I was scared for my mother fuckin' life
- Just some random small airplane
- Full of guys wearing masks and holding guns
- Looking at me all intimidating before landing
- They put a bag over my head then tied me the fuck up
- I was basically in the middle of murder mountain
- Smelling loads of good smelling weed
- It's like i was in paradise getting blazed
- The people seemed way too quiet
- The nice ones seems to be acting
- They just don't seem very genuine
- Everybody was acting so weird
- I just couldn't work it out though
- Argh who cares just look at this place
- Guys on motorcycles offering a huge payday (i can't say no)
- Hearing screams all over the place
- Seeing dead bodies including handmade graves
- With no flowers or fuckin' anything'
- Clearly they wasn't visited by anybody
- Very old blood steins in tiny spots on trees
- On parts of the ground and up on high branches
- Witnessing all this mother fuckin' sex trafficking
- Babies, kids, teens, young adults, adults &old people
- It doesn't really matter to these animals over here
- I was full of nothing but absolute fear
- I worked there for about 7 years fearing of no escape
- The weed was good shit but it wasn't the point
- The things i seen and was forced to do
- Nothing but people crying or dying
- You had to do whatever they told you to
- Otherwise you'd end up trafficked or dead
- There was too many scary guys around
- One day i helped sex trafficking victims to escape
- Then i heard quads including gun shots
- Although i was exhausted i just ran for my fuckin' life mate
- I managed to set a couple of traps in some places
- Taking a couple of people out along the way
- Hearing horror music playing on someone's phone
- Wearing mask equipped with all sorts of weapons
- Hunting me down looking like they wanna murder me
- I ended up escaping but i got myself lost
- It was so scary i was running in circles
- Ended up falling over then hitting my head on a tree stump
- I passed out then woke up tied up being dragged on a bike
- But no, wait, this can't be the end right?, "or is it...?!"
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