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A crumpled up paper fell out of a dumpster. The paper followed the breeze into a forest. It left the comfort of the trash that sat behind a familiar house. It almost appeared to run, run away as far as it could. It carried the haunting words written in distress, hoping to one day make it to the city abroad.
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I’m scared. He hasn’t been acting the same. Almost as if some killer instinct clicked inside of him. Like he was possessed by a demon. Although, that wasn’t the case. He keeps telling me to write and write. My hands are shaken and exhausted. He says I should’ve agreed to help. I’m just a lazy pig, I need to write for him. So that his game releases, and we can finally become rich. But his methods become more and more violent and cruel. Maybe it’s my fault I don’t work hard enough. Or maybe it’s my fault for treating him the same way. But I deserve better than this. I can change. Bottles break and break. I want to escape. I want to be free. If you see this, please. Send help. I don’t know how much longer I can stay here, before I really die.
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In the distance sat a dimly lit house. There was a faint yell, as 2 individuals continued to argue. The buzz of a cracked TV covered the little gasps and screams coming from one. It was obvious that no matter the volume of the wails for help, it would not be heard by anyone else. The little house located in a remote forest showed no signs of rescue anytime soon.
And in that house lay a battered and bruised man. Ivan was trapped in a hellhole, and was stuck living with that psychotic Andrew.