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Any destination would be fine. Even the mildly dangerous local tennis court. As long as I escape, I am fine.

Every time he came, a new trick he devised beforehand would greet me as the gun strapped to his belt illuminated my eyes. He would make me fetch, treat me like an animal, abuse me because he wanted, or take pleasure in raping me.

I counted every single lunch, dinner and torture weapon he fed me, counting down the days as I slowly shut down into nothing but complete madness.

He would come in today, I knew, and pull one of his tricks. All I have to do is fetch that gun, free myself then kill him. All I have to do is fool him.

Fool him into dying in his crazy wife's bloody palms, thinking he actually won.