TRAPPED
he said caressing my chin softly.
" Please " I dobbed, am I really going to die, no I can't die here my baby, my baby needs to see the world, my dad must live I can't die with him, I can't die here, I took my defence there was a broken bottle nere by, despite the blood gushing from my hand, I kept striving to cut the God damn rope.
I finally did, I took the bottle still with blood and bruises on my hand, I remained calm watching the man for quiet a while.
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