manuscriptx
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A group of dissidents once tried to blackmail me. They took my shoes; they took my socks, but never let on what they really wanted. Blinded by the strobe light, taken in with pretty colors, seduced by a big pair of breasts and yielded to them no results, they got pretty angry, they got pretty resentful, they even hated to once despise me, but with one chance, one glimmer of hope that I would crack they tortured me; body, mind and soul. Every ounce of me ached to the very core; the fiber my being shouted in pain. Water boarding was easy; dying was hard. Someone once said living is even worse, which it was. Living through all the routine stabs to my hand, face, neck and arm; living with the sting of victory and triumph; living with the sorrow of having to see someone die right in front of me. They stabbed in the ears, they stabbed my throat so blood would come gushing out every which way, but I still didn't crack. I still didn't cry and I still didn't give in to temptation. Not for money, ability, a glass of water or their glory of the kill.
They poured salt water, saltwater to cover my wounds in from the bay cove as they allowed me to look out from the dark dungeon of despair. I could see morning. At least I could tell what time it was, far beyond the 24 hours I could stand before my life finally gave way. But I stayed. I stayed to live again and even once more, to seek revenge. They let me loose and dumped me into the cove. I swam as far as I could. I finally cried, changed my clothes and returned. No one was left, all dead bodies. Left to wonder what happened here, another robbery, another crime? Oh hell, they took the chance, my chance and opportunity was even sadder to say, an insurrection gone awry.
They poured salt water, saltwater to cover my wounds in from the bay cove as they allowed me to look out from the dark dungeon of despair. I could see morning. At least I could tell what time it was, far beyond the 24 hours I could stand before my life finally gave way. But I stayed. I stayed to live again and even once more, to seek revenge. They let me loose and dumped me into the cove. I swam as far as I could. I finally cried, changed my clothes and returned. No one was left, all dead bodies. Left to wonder what happened here, another robbery, another crime? Oh hell, they took the chance, my chance and opportunity was even sadder to say, an insurrection gone awry.
