Lori Clark

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door and placing me onto the stained mattress.  “Welcome home, Eisley,” he had said then, before closing the door.  I blacked out. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the same position I was ten years ago. Same room. New mattress. Only this time, I was alone, and once again, had been shackled.
Lori Clark
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