Lost
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help...
was the only word he could murmur. Through the torture. Through the beatings. Through. It. All. He didn't do anything wrong... right? He ate his moldy bread. He drank his warm water. He studied for countless hours.. he did all that they wanted... but still... he got beat... he got whipped... he had his hair ripped out of his head. His pale skin was never clear of bruises or bumps or scratches...
but no matter how much he cried... no matter how much he pleaded... no matter what... no help came...
He. Didn't. Deserve. It... right?
He was a good boy, following his rules, only whimpering quietly after every hour. He slowly... forgot himself... He lost sight of looking forward the next day, every ounce of white hope... Crushed. He stopped believing in the word good, he broke the rules, he was done. He couldn't handle it anymore. Silly... He thought that he could get out of it... by breaking the rules... he thought that maybe they would finally accept him... He. Was. A. Fool...
The Torture Got Worse
Nails getting ripped off slowly... cutting his wrists and ankles and having him bathe in their pee. They ignored his shrieks of pain, his pale red eyes, begging for forgiveness... to be let free...
THEY HAD IT.
They laughed at his pleading and kicked dust on him. They spoke these five words slowly,
"You want to be... free...?"
His dull eyes lit up and he nodded quickly. The laughed before kicking him,
"You think this is bad 4R30?! IMAGINE THE REAL WORLD! No. Way. In. Hell.. well... mind as well... saves me food and money.."
They grabbed his ear before yanking him up. They stomped out to the real world and threw him out on the road saying,
"You want goddamn freedom?! Well here you go." They shoved him out abandoning him.
After six torturous years... they finally abandoned him. Left him in the rain... on the side of the gravel road... he didn't care... finally...
He. Was. Free.
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