Brandon’s POVThe ropes burned into my wrists, tighter than before, my skin rubbed raw every time I twisted. My legs were sore from kicking, my throat dry from all the yelling earlier. And still, nothing. No way out. Just me, trapped like some animal, with shadows circling me again.The sound of boots scraped against the cracked concrete floor. I lifted my head, my breath ragged, hair plastered against my forehead with sweat. There they were—the same masked guys who’d been taunting me all day. The same faceless monsters.The one in front, the leader, tilted his head at me like I was some pathetic little bug. His voice dripped mockery.“Still breathing.”“Yeah,” I rasped, my voice shredded, but I forced a smirk anyway. “Sorry to disappoint. Guess choking me out earlier wasn’t enough for you clowns.”He crouched so his mask was level with my face. “Any last words?”I wanted to spit in his face, but my mouth was too dry. My lips cracked when I tried to form words, so I just clenched my j
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