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The week of torture drifted past in flashes of black and white.
Salem kept Inayah locked in the cages intermittently, allowing her freedom to use the potty and eat before locking her up again. His torture knew no bounds, from whipping to shouting and sometimes daring to suffocate her in her food.
All for one question.
"Do you like him?" Salem asked, lifting her head with his grip on her ponytail.
Inayah blinked back nauseating tears and spoke. Her own voice sounded like it was tearing and unfamiliar. "No," she admitted for the tenth time that day.
"What were you planning on doing?"
"Running away," blood dripped from her nose from the stress her body tried to put up with, "he said we'd head East-"
"To the ocean
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