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*tink* *tink* *tink* The sound of water dripping on a metal pipe in the basement beneath my head. The room, a small concrete box with no windows, is cold and dark. I'm cold, exhausted and weak. He's broken me, and how long did it take? I'll never know for sure. Has it been years or only a few months? I had plans after graduation, but they were taken from me and everything that could have been after. I pull my knees to my chest and roll onto my side. My head rested on the pillow, and I allowed my thoughts to wander; a dangerous activity while trapped with him. As I rested, I lit a mental match and burned the thoughts of what could have been. I'm forced to be here, I can't escape, but hell if I won't try. My name is Kelly Gibbs and I'm being held prisoner.
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