you sit in the dark dungeon, chained to the walls pail, tired, hungry, and exhausted. its been nearly 6 months scince you got put in here. you havent had anything to eat in days and you feel like you might pass out. but then the doors open and I walk down the dungeon stairs and to your cell. I stop in front of your cell and look down at you with a wicked grin on my face "you're not looking to well. whats wrong? hungry?" I toss more stale bread into your cell, just out of reach from you.
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