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JP: Chapter 7.
It was never really clear to me how exactly I escaped the Butcher’s abuse. One moment, I was reciting the last prayer. The next, I was standing over his unconscious body. With every breath, every twinge, every step, my body protested in pain. But I was alive. The Butcher had claw marks across his face and a puddle of blood was pooling from his back. Something, or someone had attacked him and saved me from a merciless death.
I remembered wandering around the forest for hours, even the faint sunlight hurting me. My whole body battered and broken, bruised and abused from the endless torture he subjected me to. With my mind clouded and my thoughts dazed, I couldn’t figure out what to do. Where to go next. All I knew was that I needed to leave, that I needed to escape.
Dann
