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Hope

Hope scrambled up and was pulled back down by her chains. She yanked at them, but knew it was no use. She say down on the cold metal bed and wrapped her arms around her knees. A tear rolled down her cheek and plopped onto her knee. She was never get out of here. Never. It was her 29th day. Almost a month. A month. Why had he kept her alive? WHy was she so special. Her bruised wrists were chafed by the metal cuffs and rubbed them involuntarily. Maybe she was Hopeless. That's what he called her. Hopeless. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the next round of torture.