It's All For The Keeper Now
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Last published Wed, Jan 11, 2017
Daniel started struggling against the ropes that were keeping him attached to the chair.
"What are you doing?" a voice said, coming the from the darkness around him. He stopped abruptly, looking back into the shadows.
"What do you think? I'm trying to escape." he replied, breathless from his struggles.
"But, why? You're for the keeper now."
Then silence filled the air.
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Warning: Graphic scenes of violence and torture, do not view if you are easily offended or triggered by these sorts of scenes. Read at your own risk - but also enjoy..
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