Beyond the dark walls,
he can hear a woman laughing...
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repeating the same words,
over and over.
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“Now I have you.
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Now you are mine.
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You will stay for as long as I want you.
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There is no escape from my grasp.”
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He looks up at a tiny skylight
that lets in a sliver of moonlight
30 feet above his head
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and he screams and cries and begs.
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The loud sound
echoes back at him |
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and pierces his chest
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There is no help coming. |
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There is no hope at all. |
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