No Hope

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Its been days, and my body is aching.

I've given up all hope, not even for Erica to save me.

I've lost too much blood, and I haven't been fed or given water in like two days.

Hopefully they have figured out where I am, or hopefully they saved New York, but I doubt it.

Murray has done a surprisingly good job to be secretive and hidden for this scheme.

Except for one part, he likes to brag and talk about it in the open near his prisoner.

So now I know the plan.

They're gonna bomb the United Nations council.

That's the picture that looked familiar in my dossier.

I have no idea when, but I know it's probably soon.

But if i can't tell them his plans, all the nation leaders in the world are doomed.

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I passed out again, just to wake up to the same masked man again.

I already knew what it meant

The bloody cuts from him already from the other days of it.

My clothes all stained full of blood, my chest, arms, back, and face covered in deep bloody cuts.

I don't know how much more I can take.

Day by day my condition worsens, and it's not getting any better.

My head constantly pounding like a dude is hitting me with a bowling ball.

And my deep burning cuts throbbing like they're getting stabbed over and over again.

My throat and mouth feel dryer then the Sahara.

He showed up with something new today, brass knuckles.

I already knew what he was gonna do.

I wasn't ready but I didn't really have a choice.

I saw him crack his knuckles.

Then reach slowly for the brass knuckles.

Then he started to dance around like a leprechaun.

Wait that's not right, I'm so dehydrated I'm imagining things.

But the first much to the chest brought me back to reality.

I groaned and attempted to fold over in pain, but my bondage stopped me.

Then he acted like he was prime Mike Tyson or Floyd Mayweathee, and just kept punching.

And I mean just kept punching and punching until I eventually passed out again.

I could tell, I don't have much longer.

Hey readers!

This chapter today was shorter, but still good.

-CR

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