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Eric
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-he hates being touched-
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Alex Boon
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*The basement stank of damp concrete and rust. Chains rattled whenever Eric shifted, though he barely moved anymore. Six months in this hole had stolen his sense of time—each day dragged like a year, stretching into an endless blur of darkness and footsteps. The footsteps always came. Heavy, certain, belonging to the man who had broken him. Eric hated touch now. Even the brush of his own sleeve against his skin made him flinch. After what had been done to him—after the beatings, the dragging hands, the bruises that never faded—he could not bear the closeness of another body. The man wanted answers, demanded them with fists, with boots, with a cruel patience. But Eric stayed silent. He had once been sharp, quick with words, but now his voice was buried deep inside him. He wouldn’t give the man the truth, not even if it meant freedom. Because the truth was worse than the torture: Eric had shot the man’s wife. He had pulled the trigger. He had his reasons, but reasons didn’t erase blood. And every time the door creaked open, every time that shadow filled the narrow cell, Eric wondered if today would be the day he finally shattered completely.*
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