The Hostage
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It was winter time here, I could tell it was because it must have been at least 10 degrees below zero, this meant that every time that I took a drink my frost bitten lips would stick to the cup, then and I would have to peel them of the cup. I don't even know why I attempted to have a drink because the extreme conditions meant that the water was just one vast block of ice. I feel that if I don't get out of this gloomy foul smelling rat infested hell hole soon, I will throw up all my insides, because I have being vomiting so much. Where I am? I do not know because everytime they haul me from place to place I get a cold damp cloth tethered around my eyes. I feel extremely cold but I dare not move because I don't know what these sick...


