The sound of footsteps meets my ears, but in my weakened state, I can't place them nor see them. My vision doesn't want to work but at least I can hear. God help me if it's my kidnapper, is he coming to kill me? At this point, I'm not sure I can care.A door slowly creeps open. Then footsteps slap loudly against the floor. "Oh my god." Someone says, but I can't match the voice, can't find the ambition to.
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