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118. Roxie

/Breathe through it, just breathe through it/ Bree urges me for the thousandth time. I can't, I just scream in agony as the poker stabs into my leg again. He’s gone for a place he’s already burnt one, searing my raw, bleeding wood all over again. I howl in agony, twisting and shaking my head wildly.

“You know how to make this stop Roxie!” Austin screams, pacing around as Zaw adds more logs to the fire. “Just say what I need to hear and you’re free!”

They’ve been jabbing me that long he’s had to restart the fucking fire. My right leg is a mess of red welts. A series of horrific lumps and bumps, red and angry covered my thigh. The longer he pressed the poker to the flesh the angrier the wound. Slug-shaped boils are forming, flinching away from the red-hot poker makes them crack and weep clear liquid.

The room stank of burning flesh. I’d already been sick once. Bree was right there, frantically trying to heal me. All my energy was going into not cracking. The rock was right there in fron
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