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Chapter 68 : A Plan

*Lily*

I picked at the paint that had dried on my fingers wondering what time it was. Still stuck in this godforsaken shit hole of a basement, my prison felt like it was becoming smaller. My hands were red and pink from the colors I had just used in the painting and I chipped away at my nails nervously. I felt very unsanitary and wished I could have a sink to just wash my hands. I could even wash my hair, which had become slimy and sticky against my scalp.

I had been given a pail to use the restroom, and I felt like it was a manipulative move to remind me I was a caged animal. Jean had come in a few times to check on my work and breathe heavily down my neck. He spared me any encouragement as he dragged me around this basement roughly hoping to get me started on a painting.

I shivered thinking about it, because I couldn't stand being around him any longer than I had to. His true colors had shone through and they were ugly. I scoffed as I wondered if the word ugly was too kind of a
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