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They kicked me awake. My hands tied behind my back, a hood over my head, they pushed me roughly forward. I have no choice but to jog along.
My heart is wild in my chest, its beating deafening my ears. I am terrified. I don't know for what sin they'll shoot me. I wonder if it will hurt when my body is pierced by hundreds bullets. If I'll scream. If I'll wet myself.
Take aim!
Fire!
Before the first bullet reaches me I wake up with a jolt, drenched. Safe but with the same feeling of helplessness. I start crying.

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