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"Just let me go, you bastard!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, blood boiling in anger and lips trembling as I spoke. "I want to go home." I added. Albeit not wanting to sound weak, my voice cracked. I felt scared — scared for my life.
"Home?" He slurred, running a feathery touch of his hand along the length of my face. The coldness and coarseness of his hand, sent shivers down my spine. I began to hyperventilate as his touch trailed down my neck.
"But this is home." His lips curved into a lopsided smile.