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Oxford, England.
Krait pushed Ben into the chair as the other man entered the room behind them. Together, they bound him, arms pinned by his sides, legs taped to each chair leg, a final piece of tape over his mouth.
Then they left the room.
Ben broke out in a cold sweat as he looked at the table of knives by the chair. His heart beat so fast he thought it might burst from his chest. Lord, give me strength. Martyrs had suffered torture and pain for the sake of Christ. They were in glory now. If he could just calm himself … but his eyes kept lighting on the knives and he could almost feel the sharp edges on his flesh. This body was old and he feared that he would not be strong enough to withstand the pain.
What did the man want?
Ben wracked his brain for something that they could be
