Not with a bang, but with a whimper | Part 2

Not with a bang, but with a whimper. Part 2.

There was no rest bite. By the middle of December we were sleeping – or rather I was sleeping in ten to twenty minute bursts if i was lucky. The Gent got a bit more sleep, but only because he ended up tuning my screams, moans, and mumbling out. I was extremely sleep deprived, and I’ve never felt that way before. I was delirious. I didn’t know what day was, the time, or anything really – only that I existed to hurt.

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