In my world, you're never safe. I used to think I was - I had the best hiding places, and I knew where to find food. I didn't trust anyone- I'd even left my family, long ago. But they still found me. I was stupid, I went to search for food at night: a huge no-no. They always caught people at night. but I was so starving, I had forgotten this. They gagged and bound me. I tried to break free, of course, but every time I struggled, they hit me. The hits got harder and harder each time, and I decided to stop at the point where blood was streaming down my face. I knew they would kill me sooner- they kill everyone in the end, and I'd rather they kill me later. Time passed, and I drifted off for a bit. Then they took me to their lair. it was some kind of club or bar. And it was hell on earth, if you could consider this foresaken place a planet anymore.
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