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... hat passed through the small window high on the wall.
No food. No water....Just the cold. The stink, the rope burns around his wrists and the pulsing bruise along his ribs. His throat felt like sandpaper, his tongue heavy in his mouth. He pissed in the corner once. Didn’t even care. He was too weak to stand for most of it.
The hunger didn’t feel like hunger anymore. It felt like a hole in his gut. He laid there on the stone floor, curled into himself, breathing slow.
He h ...
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