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MOM I MISS YOU!!!

The torture room was a dimly lit, dingy space with cold, grey walls that seemed to closing in on its occupants.

The air was thick with the stench of sweat, blood, and fear.

In the center of the room, a pole stood tall, with Doctor Smith tied to it, his wrists and ankles bound by thick ropes.

He was receiving the beating of his life, courtesy of Anthony's guards.

His body was covered in bruises, his face swollen and bloody.

Doctor Smith kept on shedding tears as the guards gave him the beating of his life.

"Please, this pain is too much, I know nothing...