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Stheno
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He had been here more years then he could remember, his wrists had permanent scars from the chains keeping him stomach down on the bed, at this moment he had a sheet rsting across his scar ridden form and his face was buried in the pillows. He was tired and his mind was fuzzy from heavy sedation, every now and then his arms would lift and tug at the restraints. His brown hair lay about the pillows, his tanned skin made a stark contrast with the white of the shifts, blood spatter could be seen faintly through the blankets in the mattress beneath. His price per hour, night, day and.... complete purchase was posted on the bed. Along with a few facts about him His name was Farid, he was 23... he had been here for years.... since he had turned 12. He had been a strong willed and proud boy, bucking and fighting.... his mind snapped years ago.... this was the shell of thee spirited youth.... laying in the bed... the only sign of the flicker of his spirit that remained was that occasional tug.... the want to be free