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Breaking

Author: Precious Edmund
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-31 12:16:40

_Amelie’s POV_

My tongue was filled with sand.

At least that was what it felt like.

Every time I try to swallow, it scrapes against the back of my throat like stone on stone, tearing the soft lining until swallowing becomes punishment. My lips split when I breathe too sharply, and the copper tang of blood coats my teeth, but there’s no spit to wash it down. The body betrays itself in silence first, then in screams, and mine is caught somewhere between.

I was slowly going slowly. And I wasn't sure if my mind would give up first o my body.

But I hoped I wouldn't find out.

It has been a while since someone came here last, I'm not sure how much time has passed since then.

But each time I close my eyes, I hope to open them and find out it was all a dream.

But I was obviously disappointed.

The cage was too small for me. That’s the point—I know it’s the point—but knowing doesn’t ease the pain. My knees dig into my chest, forced tight against my ribs, while my back scrapes the bars. I’v
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