The streets were lit up. I breathed a deep sigh of relief and rushed on dragging my blood soaked leg behind me.
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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