Chained
He coughs and the sound is so saturated with pain that my stomach drops. I wrap my hands round the bars of the cell, but I shriek and step back from it. I look at my hands and there are thick, red, blistered patches across my palms. "What is this?" His voice is a croak. "There's silver on the bars, too. Don't touch anything." I look at his face and I bite back a sob. "What's Ryan doing to you?" What I meant to ask is what kind of monster Ryan is, but I already know the answer to that question. Kyle is doing his best to stand upright, but I know he's just trying to put on a show for me. He's crumbling and wasting away in here, and his wounds aren't healing, so they're starting to smell. He doesn't even have the energy to answer me. I look around and there are numerous tools on the wa
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