One day someone will hug you so tightly that all your broken pieces will come together again ...
Matt is a successful, eligible model with a tough past. He's been through hell and survived, but came out broken.
Alexander is a rich man with a dominee...
We are on a cold February night in the year 1991 ...
Matt: No. No! Please! I don't want to die.
Prisoner: You have to die. Now sit still. I have to cut deep!
The man laughs.
Matt: No!
Matt wakes up screaming and sweating, breathing hard with tears streaming down his face. He feels his hand burning. Especially where his scar is. He looks down at his hand where the scar has remained for the past five years.
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Matt: God damn it! Not again!
He gets up from the bed and goes straight to the sink, turns on the cold water and holds his hand under the running water. As the cold water drives away the burning, he leans his forehead against the mirror above the sink.
Matt: Please God. I can't take this anymore. Please help me to forget!
Knowing he will not be able to sleep the rest of the night, he opens the fridge, takes out a beer, and plops down on the couch. The clock on his phone's display reads 5:15.
Matt: Three hours of sleep. I guess tomorrow I'll look like a fucking zombie.
~ AT THE SAME TIME ~ SOMEWHERE ELSE ~
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Alexander sleeps. Not for long, though. The door to his bedroom opens.
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