Chase
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Dizzy. I want to throw up. Hard to stay awake. I can't bend my arms, can't move my legs. I wish they would close the window. I hate being tied to the floor. I'm cold. I wish they had dried me before tying me up. I hate when they fill me with magic juice. My penis hurts inside.
"You got the boots ready? As soon as you see that it wants to fight, throw the boot."
Why did Willie put that slice of ham between my toes? I can't reach that. Am I supposed to free myself in order to eat?
From the left, the sound of scratching. What is that? I can't stay awak-...
Sharp nails grab at my right big toe. Tiny hand. The meat is sliding. The feeling is going up my leg, into my middle. My penis is growing. Who is tickling me? I have to see. My head is so heavy.
A squeak. Pain at the right foot. Greg had hit the cat-sized rat that wanted to bite into the eleven year olds foot.
Fearful crying. Feet scrambling. Squeals from the hurt vermin.
"Shut up! It's dead. See? The thing is inches from the boy's face. More fearful cries. Greg is laughing as he tosses the rat out of the open window.
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"You survived." Her hand is at her mouth again.
Don't cry in front of him. Don't cry. He needs you to be strong.
"Existing is not living." Rage peers from Peter's eyes at the left side of the office, remembering their faces.