For years I imagined escaping my disgusting captor. I plotted my route, my reaction, my future. One day upon waking, I noticed that things were very different. My captor opened my cell without concern of shutting the door behind him. Instead of the usual bologna, I was brought eggs and bacon. Shocked, I scarfed it all down without even chewing first. I very much resembled a stray dog. He sat next to me on the bench, the cell door still open. I grew uncomfortable as he stroked my hair and told me that he had a lot of respect for me and my survival instincts. Was he gonna finish me? Then the strangest thing happened. He took me by the hand and led me outside.
"You can go," he said with a tear in his eye. I couldn't even speak.
"I believe that you are now ready for great things," he said as he nudged me forward.
"Let's go back inside," I pleaded. My head was spinning as panic and confusion engulfed me.
"This is no longer your home. I have no place for you anymore," he whispered as he walked away.
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