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Paige

I sat there in my own urine as my head was forced up by the hood that tightly squeezed my neck…adding to the difficulty in breathing. After he locked me into the steel stocks he commented on my hair. “I know your very vain about your hair, it is beautiful, and I think you will like the new purpose I have planned for it.” He pulled the locks forward holding them over my face as he pulled the hood on. I was now breathing through a mat of my own hair. This immediate condition was nothing compared to the small tortures my hair would inflict on me. It was hot in the hood and itches would erupt randomly. This drove me crazy. They only seemed to subside as a desperate need to urinate overtook my consciousness.

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