The rat

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I winced slightly as the sun hit directly in my eyes. Sleep slowly leaving me as I groaned. Slowly sitting up straight.

The smell of vulgar liquor and mold enters my nose. The damp dark room trying to make out the figures in the dark. Failing to due so
The only light coming from the bean hole.

I shivered. Left in a torn green dress. The once shiny silk stained with dirt and blood.

I think it's been a few days. I can't remember. It's hard to keep track when all you can hear gunshots and yelling.

I trace the tiles. Needing to do something to keep myself sane. There was no bed. Only a broken sink and a bucket. I repeat my name . The reason I was here. The whole point. I cannot forget
*BANG*
i don't move.
I wasn't fazed .
The once dark room slowly floods with light.
I curl up on the floor. My fa
Ce feeling the coolness of the ground.

I make eye contact with a cop. I think he was a cop. He had heavy armor on. Just like war movies. 'Perro' what did catch my eye was that pistol on his hip.

"Get up." A gruff voice filled the emptiness of the cell. No remorse. No mercy. "¿Estás aquí para matarme?..make it worth my time" not being able to finish my sentence  the pistola made contact with my jaw in just a second.

A nasty groan
made it was from my throat as the bastards boot collided with my stomach. "English Garcia." That damn voice. I hated it.
"You here to kill me?.."*wheezy raspy breaths let out my throat as blood gently trinkled down my nose.

"Depends. Get up." *this large hands grabbed my hair and pulled me up. Making me lean on the dirty stained wall. "Oh how lovely" I spat.










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