Before I could figure out how to escape, I heard my name being bellowed. He led me to the garage, where he tied my wrists together behind my back. I wasn’t sure what was to become of me when he instructed me to lie down on the garage floor. He bound my ankles together with rope, a familiar feeling that brought up the familiar anxiety. I lay on that garage floor having what I now know was a panic attack. In that state, I was hung upside down from a hook that he used to hang the Eid lamb. He had devised a plan to hang me upside down like a dead animal. I swung back and forth as he stood on a
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