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... first conscious sensation as I drifted back to awareness. Not the sharp, concentrated agony of Diane’s torture session, but a dull, medicated throb that pulsed through my entire body in nauseating waves. The antiseptic smell hit me next, that unmistakable hospital odor of industrial cleaner and despair.
I tried to get up, but the pain wouldn’t let me. My ribs felt like they were on fire, my left hand throbbing where the fingernail had been torn out. Just as I was about to lay back down, ...
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