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LARS

My Little Flame left. Without one last look, she just walked away.

I sit here, defeated and begging like a wounded animal for her to see the truth. But how could I blame her for pushing me away? She had granted me her full trust, and I fractured it.

I had hoped her seeing me in utter disarray and begging would prove to her I was speaking the truth. But I will prove my truth to her. I will try to prove it until my last breath. I just hope that my end does not come too soon.

I gently flick my wrist, and the cuffs that bind me together turn into ribbon. Sighing, I rip myself free as I hear the door to the prison open once again. I need to find a way out of here as quickly as possible.