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... about a madman like Dudian. Torturing a lunatic was not interesting for them. They would get pleasure for painful moans and screams of normal people. But he wasn’t like that. Even torturing Dudian had lost all the colors.
At night.
After dinner, groans burst out from different cells.
Dudian squatted in front of the urinal. He was moved to a dark cell at the end of the promenade. Normally, the pit was in the opposite direction so the excrement would pile up in the urinal ...
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