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He unbolted the locks and untied my restraints, which left painful bruises and permanent marks. I could barely gather up the strength to stand up and make it to the door. Then when I tried my legs gave out and I fell right on to the floor. As weak as a lamb that can't hold the weight of it's own wool. He told me the shackles I've worn were years ago outgrown. There is a new pair somewhere that I must fit into. I listened because being in a cage was all I ever knew.
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
Years in Captivity
He unbolted the locks and untied my restraints, which left painful bruises and permanent marks. I could barely gather up the strength to stand up and make it to the door. Then when I tried my legs gave out and I fell right on to the floor. As weak as a lamb that can't hold the weight of it's own wool. He told me the shackles I've worn were years ago outgrown. There is a new pair somewhere that I must fit into. I listened because being in a cage was all I ever knew.
AllyRose
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 10:11 AM UTC
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