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Submitted to Contest #239
Content warning: violence, implied abuse I writhe. I twist. I struggle. It’s not enough. A fall, a crack, and then a moment of utter blackness. I come to my senses on a cold stone floor. A cell door slams. Two guards are sneering down at me from the other side. One spits. The other laughs. I stare them down. “See you in the morning, witch,” the first guard barks. The second draws a thumb across his throat. “If I were a witch you’d both be toads by now,” I snarl. They laugh and walk away. I shudder and look around. ...
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