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Personal Narrative: Breaking The Bar
As I slowly opened my eyes, all I saw was darkness. I try to feel my surroundings and all I touched were bars. I call out her name and all I heard back was mmm.

They came back after a few hours, I tried to scream, I tried to break the bars, pull them apart, nothing, nothing worked. I hid in fear at the corner of the cell, watching them enter the room, I hadn't realized where we were until they turned the lights on. I started screaming at them to let us go, or if not me to let her go, she is of no use to them.
There was no response, they ignored me, it was as if I wasn't even there. No matter how much I screamed and yelled at them, they didn't even glance at my direction, they kept moving away from me, towards something. That's when I realized,
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As she started screaming, they started laughing, as if this was their main form of amusement. They kept laughing and pouring more and more water, on both feet. I couldn't bear to watch, I tried to close my eyes but I couldn't block out those screams. These were different screams from those you hear in horror movies, these were of pain, agony and fear.
I hated myself for being so helpless, I hated the men for treating her this way, but there was nothing I could do but watch.
The next day, they woke her up by throwing boiling hot water on her, then when she was awake, they started treating her like a punching bag, hitting her left and right, wherever they pleased.
The day after was even worse. They invited some sick friends over and stripped her down naked while she was tied. They forced her to stand in the corner of the room in plain view as they all made fun of her, throwing their cans of beer at her and occasionally some rocks. No matter how much I screamed, no matter how much I pleaded or begged, they never even responded to
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I promised myself, if I ever got out, I would cut them into pieces while they are alive and force feed those parts to each other. I kept waiting for the day I could be of use, when they would make a mistake, drop the keys or open the door. It never came. I stopped counting the hours, the days I was there. It was hard to keep count in what seemed like a black hole where no light that entered could escape.
I had almost given up all hope, all I waited for was the day i would be put out of my misery. It hurt to look at her, her long brunette hair was nothing but pieces of short hay. Her body looked like meat that was barbequed for a party. Her perfect body now was nothing but a stick. It never stopped, every day, they found enjoyment from hurting her. They were worse than Hitler, at least he killed those he didn't like.
One day, they had another party. It was just like all the other ones where they made her strip down in front of them and took turn fucking her. They made her dance and kept on hitting her even when she did nothing wrong. This day though, I saw some light coming through a crack. I prayed to God, I asked him to get us out of here, l asked him to invent another level of hell for these

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