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Begging won't work, it only brings him more satisfaction.
Crying will only prolong your life in the slightest, but at that point you'll wish you were dead.
Being quiet only makes him know you're trying to be strong, though you're failing and you both know it.
Nothing ever works, in this house of madness. Once you've stumbled upon the door step, you'll wish you had listened to the saying "curiosity killed the cat". Because in this house, you're the cat, also known as his prey. You'll never leave, never escape.
Few make it past midnight, even less make it pass 2:00 a.m. Almost no one makes it past 4:00 a.m., and no one, has made it to the morning.
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