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if I do, I don't remember it
I don't even know how old I am, or how
they took me. It's the only vague memory that
d, their features lost to the haze of time. Fa
y, then I would. If it wasn't for the voice inside me that
trapped in this darkn
the chains that bind me to the wal
the wetness of the open sores they have caused crust over in the damp, f
hair matted and plastered to my face with the sweat from the humidity of thi
. All I can do is sit and wait for my number to be called. To experie
too much, she took over, pushing me to the back of my
he pain and soreness afterwards as she retreate
r, for not being able to set us fre
ere had turned my
I was
o myself at
will show you who you truly are. I should be stronger th
e the voice. We weren't at fault. No on
looked for me. If they had ever tried to find me. Or
uld never have given us away w
her reason that this torture would be
I felt its whimper at my d
around my neck digging into the base of my skull and exhaled heavily, closing my eyes a
auled before the woman that took great delight
to the gods above that I would be forgot