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28 hoursThe shackles grazed against my wrists behind my back as I changed position in an attempt to get comfortable. My body is littered of opened wounds, bruises from the beatings they inflicted on me, a living tapestry of abuse and torture. I held one eye open, and it took everything I had just to do that.
My head rolls backwards, staring up at the ceiling the light blinding my eyes. I could feel and smell the fresh blood streaking down my arms and stomach like external veins falling to the once white greyish floors.
"What do you know about project Insight? What do you know about Zola's algorithm" The soldier demanded slapping me across the face, my eyes blinking slightly to get a better sight on what's happening.
"I don't know, maybe ask your friend Sitwell- oh wait y'all killed him" I coughed out, spitting out the blood from my mouth.
Actually it was winter yeeting him out of a moving vehicle on to the highway but I didn't bother to correct myself.
The male scowled at me his teeth gritting together, moving forward to swing a punch into my jaw once again, my head snaps to the side.
"Let's see how many times a person can break" He smirked before walking over to his trolley filled with his tools that he has been using on me for past god knows how many minutes or even hours.
He grins when he picks up the bloodied blade he has been using on me, he twirls the blade around in his hand making his way over towards me. Cupping my jaw tightly, making my lips to pout. He smiles sickly pulling my face forward tilting it upwards to get a better view at me, he brings the blade up.
Before i know it he is trailing the knife down my eyebrow to the centre of my cheek creating a bloody deep trail. I scream in agony as he tilts his head to the side, painting his mark on me as if i am his canvas. He stops cutting me as i breath heavily, panting as i watch his every move waiting on his next attack.
He brings the knife up to eye level as he watches my blood drip on to the ground as i watch him with this dark sinister look in his green eyes. "What beautiful sounds, if I bring my tape in could you do it again?" He smirks.
"Yeah it will also show you getting murdered by me" I grinned showing my once pearly white teeth to a bloody look.
He raises a brow but doesn't say anything as he simply moves away from me. He leaves the room for a moment, I finally let out alarmed cry. My head rolls downwards, my eyes closed in frustration of not be able to get out of these cuffs.
I could dislocate my thumbs and get out but do I want to be in anymore pain? No. But would it get me out of this hell? Yes. Am I too lazy to do it though? Absolutely yes.
My mopping doesn't last long, the soldier came in quickly with another trolly filled with knew tools. My eyes flash to horror before expression-less emotion takes over my features. In the inside i am screaming and panicking but on the outside i'm expressionless.
"Are we having another party?" I smiled hiding the fact that i'm scared shitless.
"No" The soldier said as he looked at me from his trolley when he picked up a plier from his tool box, my eyes waver slightly but it's gone before he can notice. "Your merely the punching confetti" He spoke monotone.
"Oh can't wait, hit me with your best shot" I smirked, not showing any emotion whatsoever.
"Oh don't worry, I will" He promised, he walks over to me as i watch him bring the plier closer to me. He moves behind me placing the plier between his teeth, he uncuffs one of my wrists. I groan out a hiss at the impact of the air hitting the flesh wound. He sticks my hand out, placing it on the table as he grips my wrists tightly.

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