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... ness from blood loss before they take me, only waking up later in a dark, cold, and damp cell, void of light for me to see anything.
I cry for what feels like two hours, until my tear ducts run dry, before slowly coming into acceptance of everything and realizing it isn’t so bad.
All of it I am used to.
The beatings, the torture—all of it simply feels like a continuation of life back home, so he’d need to do more to break my spirit for his enjoyment.
I realize wha ...
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