Shrouded in blackness the labyrinth twists on, each corner promising hope, yet stinking of dispair. Around each bend there is the soft glow of light, as if to hint at the hope of escape. But your mind knows better than that. There can be no escape, only wandering. Here you have no choice but to know our secrets. What is that you hear? Aroung the next corner....the sound of breathing....the sound of screams....the sound of pleasure. Do you risk it? If so, which path do you take?

The Path of the Screaming

The path of the Pleasure

The Path of the Breathing

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