"The handcuffs are too big for me.
I could get my little hands out of them if I wanted. I could escape from this wretched place that reeks of rotten flesh and famished rats, feeding on dead bodies.....
.......My bare feet touch the cold floor, and I’m not allowed to walk to the center of the room on my own: I’m shoved inside by strong hands, warmer than anything i’ve experienced so far, the sudden and temporary heat sending a wave of pleasure down my spine, and I can’t help but cherish the feeling, memorizing it for the sake of darker times....
.....I hear a violent thud as the metallic door slams shut, leaving me alone with a shivering body and a lost mind....."
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