Day 2
I woke up when I heard someone unlocking the room door. He was a different guy, maybe five years older than the first one, taller and muscular and goddammit He didn't even give me a chance to realize what was happening, he grabbed me from both arms to the end of the room where he made me stand facing the white cold wall. " Don't move whatever happens " he said. I'm still wondering how come I shouldn't have moved while he was torturing me with his heavy thick belt cutting through my back, I wanted to tell him it's so against my will but he never listened. By every time that leather belt touched my back I thought That was it I was going to die I wasn't going to handle one more time, but it never happened, and at some point I stopped crying out loud not because it didn't hurt but Because crying was making it worse. That man was a corrupted maniac.
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Cruel Gates of Life
Mystery / ThrillerThey suck life out of you, blame you for being a failure, then worship the story of your survival. Forever being knocked down as a culture and as people by the ones who have to secure us the most.
