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Tavon
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I’m stuck between waking life and being smothered by soft darkness. I can’t find the energy to move my body or even open my eyes, and I feel fear as my body’s shuffled through a pitch-black atmosphere. Hands touch me; they run across my body, caress my face, and undo my pants. I feel my ripped skin and torn muscles open up, feel blood run down my arms and legs. Someone stops in the middle of touching me, leaves the room while someone else stays by my side, and they come back to wipe me down with a towel. The cuts and broken bones start to radiate pain across my body; my breathing quickens; I say out loud, “Help!”
Someone covers my eyes, and someone else drops a pill down my throat. A third person injects my shoulder with something that I feel almost immediately. Instead
