Locked In

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The door opened and she thrashed around in the mans arms. He grunted as her fist flew into his family jewels. His grip loosened and she tries to escape, but another man came behind her and grabbed her tighter. She screamed and they laughed. "She's a loud one," they had said. She was crying, arms covered in red burns from tight grips of multiple strong people, her makeup running and her clothes ripping. They threw her, airborne for milliseconds, and she landed on a padded floor. Everywhere was padded. It was like a padded hospital. A voice echoed from behind her, "Welcome to the safe ward, you won't be leaving anytime soon." She collapsed to the floor and sobbed as everyone else walked past, like nothing was happening. This is what a mental institution is like then, she thought, as she continued screaming and crying.

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