Survival Games
“He walked slightly tilted, pain etched into his features and a small iota of satisfaction gripped him, pushing away some of the devastation wrapped around his heart.
“Don’t hurt her,”
he said, his voice raspy with emotion. “Please, don’t hurt her anymore.”
Frank gave him a sinister smile. “Oh, what I’m going to do won’t hurt her, but I can’t say the same for you.” Frank heaved Jessica over his shoulder and left the room.
A while later he returned, walking a little straighter and whistling. He reached into his pocket and pulled out both a cloth and vial, a devious smile playing on his lips and Mike struggled against the shackles holding him firmly to the chair, ignoring the flaring pain in his wrist. However, even with his thrashing, Frank was able to get the cloth over his mouth and nose.
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