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... to sleep a wink all night, terrified that that man might come in again to finish me off.
Instead, I curl into a ball in the corner of my room, clutching my body tight, staring between the disfigured head at the other end of the room and the blood-stained sheets.
Every moment I try to succumb to the exhaustion deep in my bones, images of what might happen jolt me back upright again.
Thankfully, he doesn’t return until the morning sun peeks through the large windows—which ...
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