LOOM OF THORNS
spinning its lies around my neck, finally snapped the last thread of my control.
I leaned forward, my fingers clawing at the concrete floor, and let out a scream.
It wasn't a girl’s scream. It was a horrifying, guttural sound. It was the sound of one who was about to be sacrificed a martyr. It echoed through the hollow halls of the Police station, bouncing off the steel doors and making the police officers at the end of the hall freeze in their tracks. It was a scream that carried all the pain of the slums, all the rage of a girl who has been repeatedly offended, and all the vengeance I was going to visit on my conspirators, if I ever breathed free air again.
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