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Isla
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I groan, opening my eyes before slowly raising my head. Where am I? I look up, feeling a burning pain on my wrists like… silver? And I realize I'm chained to the ceiling. What is this place? And who are these dead f***s that did this to me? How dare they chain me up like some filthy slave? Don’t they know who I am?
“Ahh!” I cry out in pain, the chains burning my wrist even more as I move, but my knees hurt. It feels like my caps have moved. How long was I out? I look at my shoulder, feeling more pain in it, but notice a big mirror across the wall and look at it. I look a mess and I have a bandage on my shoulder. But my blood boils the moment my eyes stop on the collar around my neck. What the f**k did they do to me? And whose stinking shirt am I wearing?
Just then, mo……
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