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I claw away at the brick and mortar around the hole, trying to make it bigger. I scream into the pitch black cold at the top of my lungs. I get lost in myself, crying over and over for help. My throat on fire. I get so caught up, I don't hear him enter behind me. I only feel the leather of his gloves on the back of my neck.
He puts a hand over my mouth. I bite hard into his fingers. He pulls the hand away and I scream again. He grabs a handful of my hair and drags me away from the hole. Wraps a big arm around my mouth, muffling my cries for help. He squashes my face between his forearm and bicep until I can't breathe. The next thing I know, he's pushing me onto the mattress face-first. His knee in my back. His weight pinning me down. My wrists tied tight together with something. A clo
