“Wakey wakey!”
I was nice and awake to hear this, thanks to a kick to my
broken ribs.
“It’s a lovely… Well no, it sucks outside, but you’d still
love to see it, right?”
He continued to talk in that same mocking tone, as I tried
to focus on calming my breathing and blocking out the pain. I managed to
withstand another kick, and him yanking my chair back upright.
The screwdriver jammed into my thigh, that I whimpered at.
He laughed, and turned to fetch another weapon.
I’d undone the ropes, and now I was armed with a
screwdriver.
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