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They left him in the shower, the cold water barely managed to wash away the thick crust of s**t that covered his jeans. But it did wake him up. It wasn’t a pleasant awakening by any stretch of the imagination. They hadn’t bothered to undress him. They’d merely dumped him inside the shower and turned the mixer to cold and left him under the water.
He wasn’t sure why he was still alive when David and his men were dead. It didn’t make any sense. Part of him was grateful, most of him had hoped he’d die, but he kept limping on, too stupid or too stubborn to give in. Why couldn’t they have put a bullet in his brain like they did to Alphonse? It would have made everything so much easier. He was grateful, however, that they hadn’t killed him like they had Bob or David.
Getting up on his knee
