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"On the floor.. Where she belongs!"
"Crawl, mice. Crawl to my feet."
"Up. Up, you bitch!"
But the carpet felt soft.
It had no grudge against me. No desire to hurt me.
The carpet was warm. It sucked the horrible pain off my tortured flesh.
I wasn't going back to the world of people, where only more pain, more shame awaits me.
I need to cling to the floor, where I had fallen.
My first comfort.
From there I could smell the polish of their shoes. The devils. My ogres.
I wanted to crawl and rest and kiss the carpet and let the carpet wrap itself around me.
Protect me.
My only friend here.
"Stand up, girl!" shot Lydia. "Stand up or I'll give you your worth!"
Noo.. No, let me, oh please let me, I begged silently!
Swish!
"Stand up I said!"
SWISH!