Another 99 word Flash Fiction story I have written....
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Lying on the iron bed his head pounded and his face black and blue. His stomach churned as bile invaded the back of his throat like poison. The room smelt damp and all he had for company was rotten mould seeping through the walls. His knuckles were bloody and scratched from where he tried to defend himself…the first of many, he thought.
It shouldn’t have been him, but they did it this time. Framed by his own family all because of a stupid bet that went wrong.
Day 1 was done, only another 9 years, 364 days to go….
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