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I'm sitting in the chair, writhing in agony. A demon, a minor demon, is pinning me there fucking with my head. ''Abraxas'' he says, ''I'm Abraxas, the demon of lies and deciet.'' ''So what do you want to know about lies my dear?'' I'm not a liar. I try again to get up, this time I'm flayed, splayed. I feel myself screaming. ''I'll tell you about lies. There are white lies and black lies, and many shades of grey lies. Some lies are justified. Lies told out of kindness, lies that preserve dignity, lies that spare pain. Everybody's a liar dear.''
