He knew the killer was coming for him. Was only a matter of time. Yet, nothing would shake his desire to see the maniac brought to justice.
The men, bestially masked and robed, gathered round and took their prisoners fingers, one by one; wearing him down with every sicking snip. “Where is she?” No answer. Another snip, another question, another pained silence, but for how long?
“Without willful commitment, codes are but empty slogans.”
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