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Chapter 18 : Take it Out on Me
TW: Graphic Depictions of Violence ADRIANO God, I never got used to this feeling. The feeling of the room spinning and the high-pitched ringing in my ears after being knocked out. The way the world slowly came back into focus after being out for so long. The disorientation of not knowing where I was. It was always fun trying to grasp my bearings to figure out where the hell I was, along with figuring out what the hell happened. The bright light burned my skin, and I moved my fingers, one at a time, before wiggling my hands. With each slight movement, I realized I was restrained to a chair with a chain. Blinking, the room around me came into view. Crates upon crates were on metal shelves along the perimeter. A warehouse? Licking my split lip, my head lulled for a moment before a hand
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