Captured

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I sit at a table in a small breathless room, staring into the eyes of a tall black haired man. He grab's a few papers and taps them on the table, then says " so do you no why you are here?"

I don't answer.

" do you know why you are here?" He says again.

Once more i don't answer.

I can see he is now getting angry, but i hold my ground.

Finally he speaks up. " are you going to answer me or are you going to be a stubborn brat!

When he figures out I'm not going to answer way of his questions, he sends me to a jail cell down the hall and to the left.

Its dark scary and lonesome. The cell smells like smoke and death. All thats in the cell is a non-mattress bed with a blanket on top, a whole/ toilet, and a small boarded up window on the back wall.

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