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Tuesday - slow your roll

She woke up to the sounds of her boss, pulling the covers off from his body. She couldn't place herself, she was sore. A quick look around, she saw up to his bed. Her eyes hadn't focused, but she could see that she was in a cage. It came flooding back, her cramped, uncomfortable attempts at sleep. The intense time spent in the hook room. Her stomach growling.

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