The cheering noises persist, and I feel men coming up lift me, they pull me up, to my feet after removing the cuffs I struggle to release myself but all to no avail as my hands are still cuffed behind me.
This hurts so much, if anger could boil blood mine would be a magma by now, the cheering noises persist, and it does nothing but infuriates me, this is a war zone.
They drag me towards an unknown place, I could only imagine what This hell hole looks like, maybe I would have ran away when I had the chance to, for crying out loud I had a fuckin atm card.
She will track me down and freeze the card, and cut my d**k off, that’s Sinclair she’s a mother fucker, they drag me like a prison guard towards a more noisy place, or maybe the cheerleaders have increased their voice.
My mind bombarded
