•HARPER• I took labored breaths as I tried to get off the rope from my wrists. Every twist and turn felt like thorns in my hands, but I couldn't stop when I heard the sounds of hyenas nearby. I was dripping with blood, so I was sure that the scent of it would draw them closer, and they'd get tempted to eat me. My voice was already dry and hoarse from screaming all day for help. Even on the verge of death, I hoped that my soul wouldn't give up the fight in the middle of nowhere. "Help..." I muttered under my breath when I heard a car outside the building. I wasn't sure if it was Abigail or not, but if it wasn't her, I had to take my chances and find help. If I was meant to die, then I was better off dying where my mother would find me rather than going on for years and not knowing what even happened to me. "Help!" I screamed when the car stopped, and footsteps were getting closer to where I was. But after exhausting my last strength, someone walked in with a torch and bli
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