76 : Spared

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He wanted to die. 

A quick, easy death if possible.

But him dying today wouldn't turn back time, unfortunately.  Dying in the hands of some paranoid, filthy rich scumbag wouldn't undo everything. 

Théo swore in his head.  It wouldn't undo the unspeakable horrors he let happen to the love of his life. 

Just the thought of that evil bastard touching Veronica with his bare hands was enough to make his blood churn with the damning urge to kill.  Slit the bastard's throat.  Shoot them all dead. 

Théo sat still, his entire torso still duct-taped to the chair.  He let his aching head hang low while he pretended to be unconscious. 

One of the masked men was still in the room, pacing by the door with a handgun strapped to his hip.