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“Bloody hell, but I’m going to kill that bastard slowly,” Avery muttered under her breath.
The shivers that had started earlier were constant now. She felt like someone had placed her feet on an electric mat and was having fun at her expense by turning the power on and off. No sooner would one mass of shakes end than the next one started.
Her blood had congealed around the ripped sutures in her shoulder. The gauze taped to her skin was no match for her oozing blood or the cold weather. The psycho bastards had an awful sense of humor. They had placed the key to locks holding her within view, but far enough away there was no way she would ever be able to reach them, even if she were able to free one arm.
Concern gripped her that she was beginning to succumb to hypothermia. Her mind wa
