I run to the bed
forgetting of my captor
"Nyk, are you ok?"
my hands brush through his matted, sandy colored hair
his breath comes shallow
it isn't hard to see
that he is in dire need
of help and food
my captor still watches
his grin fading into a thin line of...
there is no word for this man
this fiend
rage fills me
and I lunge at him
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he will pay!
he will pay for what he's done!
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Written March 11th, 2003
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