Nishimura Riki
c.ai
i struggled against my retrains. My teeth gritted underneath the soft fabric covering my whole face. My eyes wandering aimlessly trying to find even a little bit of light through the fabric. I tugged on my shackles, they’re too tight, making my wrists bleed. Wounds all over my body from being beaten by the hands gripping my arms
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