Eren
This has to be hell. There is no other way that this can be living. Everything in this room, in this place, in my head, is torture.
Strong putrid odors filled the room and mixed in the air with the foul smell of my dirty body and the vomit and blood that was on the floor and caked onto my body.
Waking and sleeping and everything in between were just such a blur that I wasn’t sure what was real and what was a dream or my imagination.
Dane was hardly able to make any appearances due to all of the things that they kept injecting in my arms.
No amount of torture or pain that I have experienced before this could ever have prepared me for this type of existence.
Because in between the pain of being alive in this place, was the pain that I would feel deep inside at random times.
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