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His anguished screams.

His raw horror.

The pained, drug-filled sound of his voice as I was forced to stand beside the table he was strapped to, pretending I was Hannah.

I put my hand over my mouth as my stomach curdled. Air. I needed air. I couldn’t breathe.

I turned and ran for the door.

“Rayne?” Anstice called.

I lost my balance and fell into the wall, my head hit a picture and it crashed to the floor, the glass shattering. I righted and kept going.

It was as if someone had a grip on my lungs and slowly squeezed until I had no breath left.

I had to get out of this place. I couldn’t stay here.

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