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Craig shifted in his seat; the wooden chair was so uncomfortable. He was in a corridor, lined with identical chairs occupied by more young men of about his age. The corridor smelled like polish and floor cleaner, and was painted a dull grey and cream. A few feet away stood a tough looking soldier, immaculately dressed in a dark green uniform and carrying a large wooden cane. Every few minutes a light bulb hanging above a doorway would flash, a buzzer would sound and the soldier jabbed the man sitting

The floor was stained with blood. A ragged, tri-colored wool mat sat upon it. The boards would creak even if a small mouse were to crawl across it. Underneath the blood stained floor boards was an old cellar. Inside the cellar there was a small table, hundreds of bushels of apples, and an old wooden chair. In the most internal part of the chair there was a teen girl named, Libitina. Her arms were tied around the back of the chair, her legs tied to the bottoms of the chair. There was a gauze in her

ASSIGNMENT IN PARTIAL FULFILLMENT OF THE COURSE ADVANCED WRITING (ENG 112) CHALLENGES FACING MODERN CHRISTIANS SUBMITTED BY: SUZANNE GITHAE (08-1697) SCHOOL OF COMMUNICATION, LANGUAGES AND PERFORMING ARTS DEPARTMENT OF COMMUNICATION MAJOR: ELECTRONIC MEDIA SUBMITTED TO: Dr. MUTHONI GACHARI SCHOOL OF COMMUNICATION, LANGUAGES AND PERFORMING ARTS DEPARTMENT OF LANGUAGE AND PERFORMING ARTS DUE DATE: 23rd NOVEMBER 2012 DAYSTAR