The next level beyond the newest sealed door was quiet. A silence broken only by the roar of the Rider's bike. The center of the room was giant pool of stagnant water around which the track wrapped in a slow descent. An aquarium lit by a single light that filtered through the water, green with algae and the sludge of decomposition.
The victims floated, suspended in the center, heads just beneath the surface. Impossible to see until one moved down to view the water through the sides. Each body bloated and pale. Eyes engorged and pressing against their sockets and their faces contorted with a permanent plea for help. They were all women. Their hair long and unbound to spread around them, looking much like halos in the light and utter stillness that they remained.
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