Past

Past

This place was dark. And the dark here was not black walls. The dark here was in the men I heard talking. The dark here was the evil that lurked in the air. The dark here was the crying and screams and pain I could hear through the walls. The dark here was in the white sparkling lights and the money that surrounded us.

They transported us into trucks. Our hands and feet were bound and our mouths were covered with duct tapes. But it wasn’t enough for these monsters. No, it was never enough. They closed us inside brown sacks like we were goods to be traded, which we were for these monsters. The only concession we got were the two tiny holes for us to breathe.

When we reached our destination, they shoved us into a mansion. We were instructed to be in a line. We were instru

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