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Jacob It has been a long five years of torture and I don’t think it will stop any day soon. Ciaran was surprised that I hadn’t asked to die. Believe me, I had thought about it several times when I was left alone in the basement of death. I had too much time to think. I woke a week later with no recollection of my last moments in the basement of death. I’d woken up in a bed of satin. I knew then I’d been moved into a bedroom upstairs, and I was no longer in the basement. My wounds have been cleaned and stitched up. Ciaran strutted in like he owned the place. I guess he did in a way. It was his home after all. He smirked at me, sending shivers down my son one that day. I knew I had to get the hell out of there, or I would never survive him and this hellhole he imprisoned me in. He knel