Aug 07, 2007 01:17
[There's a deep, ragged breathing from the other end of the phone. Then a loud, gurgling cry of pain, then words come, struggling.]
... M... Make it stop... Please... ! Every time the Cuff stops it... It... Won't let me go away... Just let it take me...useless, anyway... Not wanted...
... Laying in blood again ...So much of it...
[The heavy breathing stops, there's a soft whimper before a sob, and the recording goes off with a click.]