Help wanted

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I cannot sleep. I think he is watching. I don't know when last I blinked. My skin is sore. I got up as quickly as possible, the pain slowing down my pace but I must leave. The next thing I knew, I was being dragged by my hair, stones digging into my skin, and all I see is red.

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