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Iron...I tasted my own blood with dry cracked lips....I heard small noises...what is this? I can barely move...can't bend at the knee...as i lay on my back...i felt newspaper under me...
I felt pee...drizzle down my thigh...I baked with sweat...i hollered and scratched...was this even real...I am trapped in a box...trapped in my own filth...buried deep..hitting my head again and again
Who could do this to me...am i no longer a man...my muscles have lost all strength...minutes feel like hours as i run out of air...i can't scream anymore...its so dark...
Who did this to me! Who did this to me! Who did this to me! Fuck!!!!
"I did the best I could"
I felt pee...drizzle down my thigh...I baked with sweat...i hollered and scratched...was this even real...I am trapped in a box...trapped in my own filth...buried deep..hitting my head again and again
Who could do this to me...am i no longer a man...my muscles have lost all strength...minutes feel like hours as i run out of air...i can't scream anymore...its so dark...
Who did this to me! Who did this to me! Who did this to me! Fuck!!!!
"I did the best I could"
Published 27th Nov 2017
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Anonymous
27th Nov 2017 4:12am
That was unbelievable!! Actually it's one of my greatest fears and you illustrated it perfectly!! Great job!!
27th Nov 2017 2:32pm
Lol. I might make a part 2 for this. Don't know yet. I am so glad you love it.
