EPISODE 60
The ropes lay slack at Jax’s feet. He didn’t move immediately. Stillness was survival. He counted his breaths, slow and shallow, listening past the pounding in his head, past the lingering haze of the drug. The underground house had a sound to it—a low, constant hum, like electricity buried in stone. Somewhere above, water dripped. Somewhere farther away, voices murmured, distorted by concrete and distance. Lance hadn’t lied about one thing. This place was meant to disappear people. Jax rose silently from the chair, joints stiff but obedient. The single bulb overhead flickered, casting shadows that stretched too long along the walls. He scanned the room—bare, intentional. No windows. One steel door. Scratches near the floor. Someone before him had tried to claw their way out. He m
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