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... e, metal, rot.
Air too thick to breathe.
A single bulb swings overhead, its light stuttering across the walls — stone, slick, red.
The chain bites my wrists. Cold steel. Wet skin.
I try to move but I can’t.
My hands were bound. Legs too. A chair was under me and it was nailed to the floor.
My unsteady eyes drafted across the room and there at the far end was Mamma with her. round stomach and beside her — Papà.
They’re chained too. Same chai ...
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