La Guillotine: The taste of the red wine tingles on my tongue, I can taste the innocence. They’re bringing me more and more of the deliciously satisfying wine. My jaw cuts through the thick, tasty skin and bone of those who deserve it. The cries of the people screech in my ears. I am hungry for more. The taste is sweet and savory. My jaw chops off the heads like a sharp knife. The corpses lay beside me, watching my every move.
The Chateau of Evremonde: The revolution is coming. Ghosts live inside of me, as knives penetrate through the souls of men. Flames appear on my skin, they burn as they make a crackling noise that hurts my ears. The heat is unbearable, the burns on my skin turn black and burnt like charcoal. The stone faces watch me as the fire rises up my side. I am becoming contained by the red, burning fire. The flames cleanse my walls from the hatred that I contained for so long. However, I will not fall, I will stand tall and brave.
Old Bailey: I can smell the sweat on the brow of those who walk on me, their nerves taking over their bodies. All who walk by fear the courthouse. They tremble at the thought of a trial. The feet shake above me, scared for their lives. Their pace quickens as they approach the dreaded courthouse, they rumble above me. The doorkeeper is like a guard dog, waiting for more victims to accuse. Mr. Cruncher fears the courthouse that sits peacefully on top of me. All that walk on my back an are carried on my shoulders quiver in fear of the thought of being accused.
La Force: The awful…