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... n of the shackles. A tear slipped down his cheek, landing on his bare thigh—stinging like fire. His mouth was dry, cracked, each breath raspy and hollow. Everything ached. Everything hurt.
The metal door creaked open. Carl didn’t look. Didn’t care.
"Fuck, Viv—! What did you do to this guy??"
A male voice pierced the silence. He crouched, eyes wide, trying to gauge Carl’s state. Fear and confusion twisted in his voice.
Vivian stepped forward, piercings glinting in ...
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