My Childhood Friend Sent Me To An Underground Casino
The impoverished student I had sponsored, Jacob Murphy, had accumulated a massive gambling debt. When the debt collectors had kicked the door open, my childhood sweetheart, Renee Austin, had shoved me forward instead.
Her voice was cold and distant. “He’s Jacob Murphy. Take him away.”
In the darkness of an underground casino, they tore out my fingernails, then smashed my ribs one by one with an iron rod.
When the searing pain arrived, I groveled on the floor like a dog. I was weeping and screaming, without a shred of dignity.
Then, they “mercifully” gave me one chance to call for help.
Clinging to the last sliver of hope, I called Renee.
Her voice on the other end sounded very cruel.
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