She was in there somewhere, buried beneath flesh and wires and I could only try and dig her out. She screamed in every voice she'd stolen, begging me to stop while she was still alive but I knew she wouldn't truly be alive until she'd been freed from her metal containment.
The wires grew hotter the further down a clawed, scalding my hands at first then burning the skin blacker than the charcoal she used to dig out from the old mine to save us from buying any. The pain was worth it if it meant I'd have her back, if it meant we'd be a family again.
I only started to worry about her when she fell quiet.
When the wires grew colder and colder.
When I realised she was now safe.
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