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Natale POV. For the last few hours my headache had gotten even worse, my body was shaking and I wasn't sure if it was from fear, exhaustion or it was just wet and cold here. The girls' screams had stopped about an hour ago, but I'm sure they haven't stopped hurting. Added to the headache, there was also nausea rising. The space we were kept in had no fresh air, so it smelled like piss, s**t, vomit and blood. It was as if the air was standing in place. I tried breathing through my mouth, but the moment I opened it the taste landed on my tongue. It felt as if I was just licking the floor, so breathing through my nose it is. My whole body ached, I could barely feel my legs, Carly spent the last few hours crying quietly. I think she was mumbling the name Andrew. I guess he is important to
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