God, the way my heart is racing. Kind of amazing, PTSD. “Paul was fucked up. Smart, though. He made me wait four days for food, two days for water, and he had it brought by someone else. Security, I guess they were. They would shock me first…but with a Taser.” I can feel my body shaking, so I try to breathe deep. “And then they’d leave the food or water,” I add thinly. “Paul waited a while to come in. When he did, he would have the shock stick they used. It was milder than a Taser. But he’d press it to your skin, and that would burn.” I shut my eyes and try not to get really crying. “Angel—“
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