I stood up from the bed, laying the matress, I saw a white cloth wrap with slight red stains on the lamp stand. Sniffing it, there was alcohol. ' He probably used it to clean my bruises'. I scrolled my eyes to the paintings on the wall. There were lots of artifacts showing the early slave trades that occurred, the chains, blinders, cuffs. I went straight to where I had seen my poster, checking it out. ' Of all the pictures I had, they saw it wise to upload this particular one!, how rude'. I looked like a slave myself.'They must've searched all my pictures and taken the worst of all'. There was a reading table by the left, covered with open books. I walked closer and checked, they were criminal cases on murderers, amidst checking them one after the other, something fell. 'piiinnnnggg'.I rushed to pick it up immediatly.It was a dagger!,Why would a dagger be here?, Of what use?, Security?, Hope he's not a serial killer!. Once again, I disap
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