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My body ripples…

As I am in pain…

   I live in the darkness…

Isolated…

   In confinement…

The outside light blazes…

   As, the door creaks open…

My hands cover my eyes…

   A tall, figure follows in…

As, I dwindle into a corner, until…

   I am frozen.

   More figures move along the figure…

A murmur, then a mutter… I am unable to hear their conversation…

   My body tenses up and I begin to feel tug…

I feel myself in the air… Shivering as we move faster and faster…

   My feet drag along the cold stone floor.

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