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The metal thing around my waist squeezes it so tightly that I can barely breathe. I can’t even turn my head because of the huge metal collar. My nipples hurt a lot, because they are attached to the heavy bucket, which also presses on my legs. I sit quietly, trying my best to not even flinch, so as not to anger the owner. I understand that what he asked was a rhetorical question. Every tool in this bucket will be used to make me suffer. Now he will probably light a cigarette, as he always does, and then put it out on me. And this will be just the beginning of his daily routine. I am so tired…