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Action and Thriller
In the not so distant future, the government has been overrun by the mob. Cities burned, homes were destroyed, lifes were lost. Genetic human DNA testing has been made known. And the mob has used it to their advantage. Rebellions have long since died out. There was no one left who could stand a chance against the mob. But there was me. I woke up in an abandoned lab facility near the out-skirts of L.A. There was no record of who I was anywhere, it was as if I had appeared out of thin air. But I had an unimaginable power, thanks to genetic DNA testing. That night when I had woken up, I hadn't known that it was just the beginning of a living nightmare. Now, two years later, the nightmare has only become more real. A hacker says he has information files regarding the life I had before I woke up, information about who I was. But in order to get the information, I must play a dangerous game. Death will be the consequence if I were to get caught. But is it worth it?
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The strip of leather made contact with the skin on my back. The burning pain soared and I had to grit my teeth so no noise came out. I've lost count. I can't even remember the number of times he has brought the whip down onto my back. The burning sensation cooled and for a few seconds I thought the torture had finished but my thoughts soon came crashing down. Instead of being mauled by the whip, I heard a crunch as the bones in my torso were crushed by a heavy booted foot kicking me in the side. I grunted in pain. I had been in this cell for God knows how long and it was now probably some time in the evening. "Trying to be clever are we?" His voice booms out, his voice makes me flinch. "That's what you think smart ass. But I was trying to protect her." I replied back. I shouldn't have said that because moments later I'm kicked again in the side; this time so hard that I can feel a rib sink into one of my lungs. I fly towards the opposite wall in the cell, landing on my back. The specks of dirt and dust dig into the deep cuts on my back making me suck in a quick breath. I grunt and try to get up onto my feet but I feel a firm grip on the base of my neck. Before I know it, my feet are no longer touching the ground and I'm struggling for air. This is it. I'm dying. It's all over. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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