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Escaping
The streets were lit up. I breathed a deep sigh of relief and rushed on dragging my blood soaked leg behind me.
Thank god!
I didn’t know how long I could run from these people without them slitting my throat. For days, I had been locked in that dungeon of theirs, without water, without food, worried I would be tortured further but somehow I had escaped …
And with their diamonds worth millions too. I needed to find the airport, start a new life as a new identity. Sun myself, finally know what luxury is all about.
I hear familiar voices …
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Dear Lisa,
Good build of tension. I don’t think she’s going to get far with that leg dragging.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you for reading. 🙂
Hope she makes it, but it doesn’t sound good!
Thank you for reading. 🙂
This is not going to end well for her. But perhaps the voices are friends
Thank you for reading. 🙂