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The two of us sit in silence while I try to reach Lucia, but I can’t even feel her any longer. It’s as if her presence is being suppressed. I know she’s been fighting tooth and nail to protect the pup, but now… there is nothing. I'm truly all alone... if you don't count the devil's spawn that just so happens to be in here with me. I mull over Slade’s words as I drag my fingernails across the dirt floor. Mud fills the underside of them, irritating me, but I don’t stop. If I’m irritated; I’ve still got fight left in me. If I have fight left in me, I haven't given up. My thoughts annoy me becuase while I want to fight to get out of here... I wish I would have died on the floor of that cell. Thoughts run rampant in my brain at the things that I might endure while being a prisoner of Ma