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Jane

My name? A name. Why did everyone want my name? Jane. I was Jane. No—I was—someone. Who was I? I wasn’t supposed to remember or say it. What was the name?

My head throbbed. It ached and throbbed until I could feel it pulsating. Pain. My life was nothing but pain. Images of people flooded through my mind.

My father, Bear and my mother.

A happy, normal family.

My mind went blank, but after the darkness cleared, I saw his face. The icy blue eyes. I gasped, and my eyes widened. The dizziness took over as the fog began to lift.

The devil.

He did this.

The man my mother sold me to.

“Jane? Sugar? Can you hear me?”

Master said, shaking me. “Fuckkkk!”

No, he wasn't cruel like him.

Him.

I remembered him.

“Dom, she is remembering—”

Master said as the shaking stopped.

I stared at the ceiling. It was the wrong colour.

White wasn't the right colour.

No. It was missing something.

The cracks and the screaming stain.

My eyes closed, and there was only black.

It was pitch black, and it engulfed me.

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