Pain

The axes swung through the hall, back and forth like pendulums. The flames shot out from the walls. And finally, the spikes were closing down. Max ran through the halls, the axes swinging through his body, the flames scorching his clothes and skin. He slid as the spikes closed down right next to the door. Heading straight through the door, he ran into a wall and kept running, the distant laugh of Goddite echoing off the paintings.