Ten more minutes before the steel doors are thrust apart and exodus freely welcomes trapped minds. Ten more minutes before the torturers are appeased and the pain recedes. Ten more minutes before boredom's slow decay reverses. Ten more minutes before my legs can run. As the ten minutes drag, my nervous feet make anxious tapping sounds on the tile floor. Ten more minutes. Just ten more minutes before I own myself again.
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