Prologue

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      The pain was excruciating. It had been for days. It smelled of stall urine and blood. And he had no doubt he looked as bad as he felt. His cell was one of those that he couldn't escape if he wanted too. The walls and the door were pure steel 12 inches thick. He kept hearing a female voice telling him to hold on. Hearing her voice was the only thing keeping him from going insane. He was not the only one who has been here in the prison... yet he was the only one who hadn't gone insane. The Cortations only wanted one thing from him, his blood. And he had to be willing to give it.  

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