(sorry for late reply been busy & sick!)
I stand on my tippy toes and strain at my wrist bindings. The cold from the floor is still on my skin along the the dust and dirt, currently felt being wet wiht my tears.
Horrific thoughts go through my mind, things that chill me to the core.
On my toes whimpering shuddering and dirty, I plead with you, and tearfully ask "why are you doing this to me!"
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