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Screams, laughter, the sound of breaking glass.
He didn't know if the pain had stopped or if his body was just numb.
He didn't feel the touches, the needles, the knifes piercing his skin anymore.
He didn't know if he was the one screaming or laughing, or if he turned mute.
He didn't know how long he had been here.
Days, weeks, months?
It might even have been years.
He only knew one thing:
He wanted to die.