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Not only did millions of tiny nails trap my body, but I was forced to watchby my feet

It’d only taken a few roaned, slappingabout it

After the Iron Chair, I’d been locked in es or hn, and I’d tended to th to climb out of

I was exhausted

They’d found a recipe that could well and truly break me forever

Unknown Nu stronger Just a little longer, then this will all be over I pro around the phone My fever caid unwellness I had every intention of fighting back I would make them hurt I will make theer? It --such a flippant phrase, a s eternity

I don’t haveby Bonnie’s antics Every day she had so hour by hour, wasting away beneath tors, I typed:

Needle&Thread: I’ll be here waiting for you Every night I dream of you Dreah to enjoy yet But ill

As if fate wanted to banish those dreao, it brought forth the memory of what’d happened the day after the Iron Chair

I’d been suood news for iven free rein It’d taken th to shuffle to the kitchen Perhaps, the cook would give me some warm chicken soup and so as you refused to confess your sins on the Iron Chair, you will pay the opposite price"

"Confessthis for your own sick pleasure"

She chuckled "It is rather pleasurable, I ers around h the kitchen to a srew

My fever turned everything hazy My blocked nose and stuffed sinuses granted everything a night so, Nila"

I stiffened, yankingat them, I tried to understand what this would entail Whatever swung in Cut’s hands glinted icked silver and barbarism

My skin still oozed from the Iron Chair I could barely stand "I’o back to bed" I coughed to prove ood if I die before you want erit froness "Knohat this is?"