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My head lulls to the front, arms bound at my sides.

"Again."

Pain burns through me, bringing spots to my vision.

"You cannot leave."

I have to get out—

"You must follow orders. If you follow orders, the pain stops."

Follow—no, no I can't...

But it hurts.

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