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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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