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67. Torture

I opened my eyes slowly, inhaling the now familiar stench that surrounded me. The room was dark and when I looked at the window, I noticed it had been sealed shut. I didn’t need anyone to tell me it was on Dianne’s orders. She’d go to any length to make sure I was uncomfortable.

My waist hurt from sitting for so long and the chains strapped to my wrist were starting to hurt. I blew the hair out of my face, wishing I could make use of my hands just once. But there was no way to do anything about them and all I could do was try to get used to being like this since I had no idea when or if I’d ever be free again.

Dianne had always had a hard time keeping her temper with me. My constant teasing made her more aggressive than she usually would be and as soon as she became angry, she went off like a bomb.

I could hardly resist the urge to taunt her and she made it real easy as she got offended at the slightest provocation. It was fun watching her turn as red as her hair.

I looked down at
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