Sad tunes

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The people in this cell stare at me. I am sitting on the floor. The cold sticky floor touching my sweaty skin. One of the children crawl but kind of drag themselves toward me. My heart races in alarm. "Annyeong." The boys voice is raspy. Bitting my bottom lip to keep from crying as tears fill up my eyes. It's hopeless, what is the meaning for all of this. I nod and give a weary smile.

"Annyeong." I say hello back. The child reaches for my hand. His mother it seems grabs the child's hand. I stare at them. "No. Don't talk to that strange lady." She shakes her finger at the child. "Why, mama?" She gives me a dirty glare. I snap my head away in embarrassment.

"She is American. She's bad. Because of her we are here." The child starts to sob. "Shh! Shhh!!" His mother is covering his mouth. A guard is coming our way. "Hey! Shut up!" He is banging a metal bat against the bars of our cell.
The child runs behind his mother. Then cries again. His ribs show slightly, his legs wobble as he runs or moves. His body isn't stable it seems.

"Do you all want to die?!" The guard goes screaming and threatening us. "I'm sorry sir. I'm so very sorry sir. Please forgive us." She begins rubbing her hands together and bowing to the floor. The floor of filth and waste is where she bows on. "Lick it." The guard growls. "What? Lick what?" She asks nervously. "Like that shit on the floor." A evil smile spreads across his face. "Or else." He hisses. The women begins crying. "Forgive me. Spare us. Please." She rubs her hands again. Her hand move, so fast, it seems a fire might start. "Get the dogs." The guard demands. "But sir we need permission." A guard says. "Fuck that. To hell with that. Damn it get the dogs now!" Everyone in the cells go dead quiet. Only if I knew better then, than I do now.

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