[ The path takes you around to the back of the building. There’s a large gazebo sitting in the courtyard there. There are several pieces of rope hanging from the gazebo’s railing, and a bucket of wet concrete sitting beside it. ]
[ The memory hits you suddenly. Being woken in the middle of the night to hands pulling you roughly out of bed. Trying to fight them off, being unable to. Being hit in the temple and dragged toward the trough of wet cement. Hearing Drake laughing as you beg, trying to change his mind. Knowing that once this is done, you're completely powerless, and nobody will try to help you. ]
[ The rope is tied like a noose, but you get the sense that it's meant to be more of a tether. The rope is frayed in places, and it looks like there's some dried blood as well. Maybe from something rubbing against it? ]
It hits you all at once, and even though you know it's only a memory, it feels like it's happening... and happening... and happening.
You're tied to this rope, tied by the neck like an animal. There are other kids with you, some crying, some begging, some silent. Hours pass, days. Food comes less and less often. Sometimes the boy who comes to feed you mocks and taunts you; sometimes he hits you; sometimes he just throws the food down in front of you.
Eventually food stops coming altogether. You wait, and wait... You're so hungry... Eventually you resort to eating some of the weeds that are growing up between cracks in the concrete. You think you'll probably die here.
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[ The path takes you around to the back of the building. There’s a large gazebo sitting in the courtyard there. There are several pieces of rope hanging from the gazebo’s railing, and a bucket of wet concrete sitting beside it. ]
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It hits you all at once, and even though you know it's only a memory, it feels like it's happening... and happening... and happening.
You're tied to this rope, tied by the neck like an animal. There are other kids with you, some crying, some begging, some silent. Hours pass, days. Food comes less and less often. Sometimes the boy who comes to feed you mocks and taunts you; sometimes he hits you; sometimes he just throws the food down in front of you.
Eventually food stops coming altogether. You wait, and wait... You're so hungry... Eventually you resort to eating some of the weeds that are growing up between cracks in the concrete. You think you'll probably die here.
You hate them. You hate all of them. ]
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