The man banged on the creaky bathroom door with impatience, making me jump and zip up my pants. Making my actions speed up. "What is taking you so long?" He asked angrily. "It is just a gun shot wound."
I limped myself forward, feeling my crusty dry blood on my tigh with each movement. I was still cold, I couldn't feel my fingers as they shakingly turned the door knob to go see my kidnapper. He stood there sratching his stuble, his gun in his other gloved hand, standing there as he waited for me. "There you are you worthless brat." He said, switching his gun to his other hand so that he could take his gloves off.
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Holes in my Life
Misterio / SuspensoDisappearance is fatal. Everyone tries to pick up the clues to find you. But what if you don't want to be found?
