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61: A Shot That Never Came

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Emily's POV.

My stomach felt like it was eating itself.

The ache had started as a dull discomfort, but now it was something else…something sharp, something cruel. Hunger had turned into a gnawing pain that twisted deep inside me, making it hard to even breathe properly. My throat was dry, my lips cracked. Every muscle in my body ached from being tied up for days.

I didn’t know how long I’d been here.

Three days? Four?

The days blurred together in the darkness of this hellhole. My wrists were raw from the tight ropes, my legs numb from being bound to this stupid chair. My head pounded, and my body felt so weak that even holding my head up was a struggle. But I hadn’t broken down.

I wouldn’t.

Across from me, one of them sat lazily, chewing on a piece of bread. The sound of him eating filled the room, each bite echoing like a taunt. I tried to ignore it, but my stomach betrayed me with a painful growl.

He noticed.

His gaze moved to mine, his chewing slowing. He was a big guy, broad shoul
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