The massive iron cuffs weighed heavily on my wrists. I was sweating bullets, my mouth dry as I swallowed hard. I was lost. The words that man spoke in front of me were agonizing...The interrogation room only made it all worse...There was no way out, no escape. I was trapped with that man with inhuman eyes, and I didn’t even know why. The tie around his neck seemed to draw my gaze. Why was there a butterfly with the number 4 on its wings?I’m screwed.
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