VictoriaLove
The cell around me had blood and grime on them. The walls seemed to be closing in on me. Something moved in the corner. Someone screamed behind me. Maybe in front of me. I was on way too many drugs to know. Maybe I did.
My wrists hurt from where I was being hung. The rope dug into the flesh.
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