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Billy is curled in the center of the cells, a fresh blanket having appeared at some point.
The blanket has slid down and doesn't hide the strange lightning bolt shaped burns that crisscross his body, nor the shape of his broken nose. He lays there and shudders, rocking back and forth, not speaking, not looking up. Tears track down his face, tears born of frustration and fear.
His mind is in a circle, seeking answers and finding none, knowing only the fear and pain and the rage and hate that had swallowed him. Knowing he is free now but that something happened in the middle, something horrible.
The blanket has slid down and doesn't hide the strange lightning bolt shaped burns that crisscross his body, nor the shape of his broken nose. He lays there and shudders, rocking back and forth, not speaking, not looking up. Tears track down his face, tears born of frustration and fear.
His mind is in a circle, seeking answers and finding none, knowing only the fear and pain and the rage and hate that had swallowed him. Knowing he is free now but that something happened in the middle, something horrible.