48Hours of torture

48Hours of torture

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"AHHHHH " She yelled painfully inside the dark room, she felt pain all over her body. She cried, she almost break down when her bones break and she yell out loud when the man burns her skin. The man ask her a question. "Where is the Hideout of your organization? " The man ask coldly and his eyes were full of madness She trembled of fear and hate that she's to weak. But still she won't betray her family. "NO I WON'T TELL YOU! JUST KILL ME ALREADY! " she shouted but still the man didn't listen to her and keep asking her questions after questions and when she doesn't answer it she will feel more pain, pain after pain assault her. She doesn't think anything else except for being dead. She endure all the pain that hits her. She waited patiently for help. To rescue her. But what awaits her was a 48Hours of torture.
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