you wake up to footsteps and glance around the room, the only sound being the slow dripping of the leaking pipe trickling onto the nauseating and squalid floors. You stretch your arms, the chain tying you to the pole near the wall rattling and the old rust-covered and filty bed squeaking as you move. You're stomach rumbles in starvation. The door creeps open and light spills into the room slowly...
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