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               He pushed me to the ground. I could feel my back crack. I yelped in pain. His long rusty nails dug into the skin on my arm. No matter how hard I pushed, I couldn't get him off. He traced my stomach with his long rusty nail. "What do you value more? Your life or your tongue, eyes and hands?" He black eyes piercing into me. "I don't want to answer." He huffed a breath. "Fine," He said climbing off me. He started walking away. But he quickly spun around, daggers flying towards me. They had gogged my eyes. He pulled them out. "Sorry, sweetheart. But, you brought it on yourself." He pulled my tongue out, took his dagger, and cut it out. H pinned my hands down. "This might hurt." He threw 2 daggers down. It cut both of my hands off.
             I woke up in a cold sweat. I never wanted to go to sleep again. No matter how much therapy I did, no matter how much people had slept with me, I never slept. That nightmare was when I 7, Im 26 currently.