I felt a soft trickle of blood fall down my left cheek as I began to come to realization of where I'm at for what seems the millionth time. His footsteps coming from his enormous black combat boots begun to come closer to me. I beg and plead for him to stop what he is about to do, knowing that begging just aggravates him even more. He reached in his back pocket, pulling out a hammer with nails pounded into the wooden handle. I'm panicking more than ever. He's going to kill me this time.
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Mystery / ThrillerPlace yourself in my shoes; trapped in a cold, terrifying dungeon-like torture cell for 10 years and 7 months. Your family acknowledging the fact that your probably six feet under. The worst part? There's absolutely nothing anyone outside can do abo...
