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THIRTY THREE

Exelle

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When I opened my eyes, I saw a figure of a man sitting in front of me. But upon recognizing who it was, I frowned and shot him a hateful glare.

"You f*ckin' bastard!" I yelled at him, but he didn't respond.

I tried moving my body, only to discover that my wrists were tied behind me. As I struggled, the metal shackles on my ankles and wrists clanged noisily against the cold cement floor.

I groaned as pain shot through my wrists from the struggle. It infuriated me so much that I didn't even think about the danger I was in because my anger at seeing his face took over. I anxiously looked around, realizing we were in a room with no windows, just a door, and a large mirror on one wall.

It was the kind of room you often see in dramas and movies. The one that looks like an interrogation room.

"Don't waste your time struggling. You won't escape from

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