It all began on that day I couldn't escape; the rope bound my limbs. Tears splotched my clothes, while a trickle of blood dripped off my sleeves. I could tell it was blood because of the smell, and the darkness around me seemed endless. Without the slightest suspicion, I was kidnapped by my own family. This is my first memory.
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