Outside

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(Day Eight Morning)

Cold water was thrown on me and I sat up immediately. My captor loomed over me. He unchained my arms from the wall.
"Strip," he ordered.
I did as I was told. I didn't want to earn any more punishments. He grabbed my shoulders when I was done and steered me out of the room. He led me to a new door. When he opened it, I was pushed into a garden. It was massive. It went on for miles. He led me to a tree and cuffed my hands together. Then he threw the chain attacked to the tree over a trunk. It was attached to the ground so that my feet only just touched the ground. I screamed at the pain in my arms. He grabbed my chin.
"Scream all you want," he said. "Nobody can hear you."
He left me without saying another word.  I struggled against the chains.
"Please don't leave me here," I shouted at him.
He kept walking. I groaned at the pain in my arms. How long was he going to keep me here like this? My back hit the tree trunk. I tried resting for a moment but it just out more strain on my arms so I leaned forward again. I screeched at  the pain in my arms. Hours passed and it was only when the sun started to set that I saw a figure moving towards me. My eyes were blurred from my sobbing. I narrowed my eyes at the person. He came up to me and grabbed my chin. It was my captor. He smirked at me.
"I'm sorry for what I said," I croaked.
"Your not allowed to say sorry until your done," he stated, bluntly.
I nodded my head. He undid my chains and I fell into him. He caught me easily and lifted me up. I was carried back to the house and into the dingy room. My body was layed on the cold floor before my arms were chained to the wall. I curled into a ball and he left me alone.

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