Half of Me
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"As Beth sat in the dark room, she could hear two men talking, 'Yeah, but what should we do with her?' 'Shhh! She's awake,' Hearing footsteps aproaching, Beth squirmed in the chair she was strapped to. When two misshapen faces came into her view, she screamed..."
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