I remember the man taking me to a bright room.
I don't think I liked it very much, though.
I was brought to a table with a few items on it.
I don't remember exactly what each one was, but I remember what they did.
I remember him covering my mouth with one of the items.
One of the other items... was it a chain? I think that's what it was.
He put the center part around the front of my throat,
and held the ends from behind my neck.
He then picked up the final item from the table. Some kind of a long metal stick.
I remember it having some kind of imprint on the end of it.
I remember it being pressed to the side of my face.
It burned, and it hurt so badly.
I would have screamed, but the chain choked me out, and my voice broke.
I couldn't fight, I remember that much.
He seemed to derive some sort of joy from this, I remember.
Maybe he liked to see me in pain.
Maybe not.
I do not know.
I remember him dropping me when the pain ended.
I remember coughing up blood that stained the cloth over my mouth.
And, most prominent...
I remember pain.
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