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An unknown family member decided to adopt me as they couldn't leave another Farley out in the cold. The way they'd put it seemed as though it had been done previously. Having been brought through hell for speaking of that day I made peace in the maybe it was yet another dream.
*Bang* Yet another plate of gastly smelling poridge was dropped in no more dreaming of the past today I suppose reality was bound to come.
Or so I thought here I saw two badly bruised feet covered in moss and dirt.
Among these antrocity came the horrid smell of rot. I'm to weak to hold myself up any farther than this level of crouching. Scared of the inevitable I dare not move an inch towards the food, then the person walked away without the speech of even the floor.
*Bang* The door but it didn't sound as though it locked I decided to eat the food for it may be my only escape from this. It tasted of vomit, I would have vomitted myself if I could think of any thing but freedom. As the gagging subsides I try standing fir what felt like ages. I told I was chained but even that was illusion the spiders and rats that haunted now stood as figurines made of clay. Hunger really does the world, pulling at the door I barely cracked it open but eyes met looming at least 20 feet tall. Slamming the door shut I heard laughter and a clank of the lock.
To illude me like this, this person truly likes to torture their victims. Capturing the pain of my dark days must be like candy to everyone. Afterall Eva's boy toy decided to punch my lights for bringing her flowers. Lucky me this just keeps getting better.
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