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p screaming. My throat became dry due to all the screami

s like a prison and a lot of people were kept in it. I gasped when I saw a child beaten to a pulp by some men. These people, whoever they were,

understood why I was brought here. I don't know what these people were doing to them but whatever they were doing for sure made these people so scar

having a new friend", one o

rce, the door was locked before

, it's been years I've been in contact wit

. Luckily, I was putting on a sweater, I placed the hoodie over my head to at least cove