This cell was a form of hell. I was trapped in my past, unable to escape my mistakes, forced to relive them each time a new body was brought in.
It was tortuous, and so much like my uncle.

Autore: Nicole Sobon

This cell was a form of hell. I was trapped in my past, unable to escape my mistakes, forced to relive them each time a new body was brought in.<br />It was tortuous, and so much like my uncle. - Nicole Sobon




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