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Torture room.

Darren's POV.

I hit the tree I stood close to severally, not feeling any pain because of how angry I am.

My hands balled into fists and my fingernails dug into my palms as the anger seeped through me like blood, aching to be let out on the first available target.

My knuckles were white with the pressure I applied, so I stopped for a moment and took several deep breaths before continuing punching.

I broke out into a run, thinking of how they all died again, I had checked the CCTV and nothing showed.

Which was very suspicious, it felt like someone inside helped, someone who suddenly knew when to turn on the CCTV.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!! ” I screamed, letting the adrenaline take over as I kept running until my lungs burned from the exertion.

I finally stopped, panting heavily. My feet were sore.

I kicked at some leaves that had fallen in front of me while sitting on the ground, not caring much.

I needed to vent and that seemed like a good way to do it.

The adrenaline wore off and
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