Day 7- Imprisoned

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Imprisoned (7)-

Grace looked out the narrow bars into her parents bedroom. Her blood stained the carpet, creating a trail to the closet she was locked in. 

She ached, crouching in the small cage, bruised and bloodied. Her stomach twisted in pain, hunger clawing at her.

She just wanted to leave. She heard her father leave with the slam of a door and shrank to the back of the cage as much as she could, which wasn’t really much.

She reached through the bars, and felt the lock of the cage. She had already slipped the chains off her ankles and wrists. 

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