Saving Adanna | a CỌ́N-SCÌÒ short story by Amira Abdul-Azeez

It all comes trickling back in slides. All you see is red – there is blood everywhere, lots of blood. Your blood. There is pain. Obliterating pain that rips your insides open. The type of torment that leaves you writhing and begging to die because the agony of death is far more honourable than this torture.

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