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"I suggest you don't fight me on this."

I couldn't answer. I bit back a sob.

"Annie? Grab the chair legs. If your hand gets in my way, I'll just hit it."

My hair was in my face, my dark curls long now, catching in the sweat and tears on my face.

"There were 249 caplets in the bottle."

Oh, god. Oh, please.

"There are 29 now."

"Sir…"

"That's 220, Annie."

"Sir, please." I was dizzy, the blood going to my head. Hanging on to the chair legs was almost impossible.

"Don't make a sound," he said.

The hairbrush came down for the first time.

I counted to 11 before I screamed.

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