Prolouge

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He grabbed my arm. Right as I was about to escape too. Sweat was running down my back. I needed to get out of here. His force was fighting against mine. Pulling me farther away from freedom. Deeper into captivity. Just being here for a few days has made my mind go crazy. That's why the put me in here. Because I was a threat. Not to me, not to you, not to my family, but a threat to them.

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