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Two nights in a roll and life is a living hell.
Only it burn in a cage with one rickety window my brain didn’t see.
I see only a ray of light and the mad woman who kept ranting and foaming in the mouth.
I know she is sick.
So am I.
Kidnapped, tortured, chained and injected for no reason, I lie very still in my tied up position and watch the masked face bring in water.
I thought there is no water in hell fire.
The mad woman pounce on him but his laser gives away, he is soon out of sight.
She launch forward in that rage, spittle all over. I watch, what the drug does to my body is to make me grow limp but I do not know how this woman fought it, perhaps, she had been here for too long and somehow her body managed to resist.
 She comes at me and I pee on my pants.  Scary, she looks at me like a puppy searching its mother’s face and suddenly leap up to the window above me and force it open. How? I don’t know.
“Help me friend please” I whisper, the chains are bearing painful marks on my wrists now.
She growls before jumping out.
“I don’t have any friends, only allies and they are on the barter system.”

 

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