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... the kind that clawed at my insides like a beast, sharp and constant, refusing to let me sleep. My stomach had been empty for so long that it hurt. Every time I shifted on the cold floor, every breath I took reminded me of how drained I was.
They had locked me in without food or water. Not a single drop. Not a crumb. I didn’t know how long it had been. Hours? A day? Maybe two? I had lost track. My throat was dry and sore, and my lips had started to crack. I couldn’t even cry; there were n ...
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