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Wake up torture repeat

Wake up torture repeat

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Feb 10, 2015
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My name is Kate. I am a prisoner, no family, no home, nothing to live for all I know is I'm trapped, that's all I've ever known. The guards say I'm a monster and that I get what I deserve. Do I deserve a daily beating routine, do I deserve to be starved, do I deserve this for being born? I would never know because I forget everything, every month. Why am I here? I don't know. Every now and then a voice comes in my head. I think I'm going crazy, it's probably because I've been traumatized I'm guessing for at least a few months but I wouldn't know. Would it be better if I was dead? -e.a. Wishloveread
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ranked #49 in hiding I was suddenly just so angry that I was living in fear of this kind of attack. Why? Because we were different. Because we weren't human, and we didn't live in the darkness, and so we were attacked from both sides, always having to look for an escape route. So I snapped, and instead of running towards the door like I knew I should have, I threw a punch that was supposed to land in his rib cage, hopefully breaking a few and causing enough internal damage that he would be down for a while. But that didn't happen, because once that punch was thrown my attacker grabbed my wrist and threw me against the wall and stabbed me with a stake that ripped right through my red skull kitty tank top and cut into the flesh that covered my heart. That was when I heard the slow chuckle and that annoying voice I knew all too well say, "Not bad, but you're still dead."

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