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“You took your time,” a man’s voice says.
I open my eyes and lift my heavy head. Through blurred vision, I notice the skin on my arms. Pink. They’re healing.
The 4x4 has stopped moving, and the two men have left the vehicle. I find the strength to lift my body up a little. Through the side window I see an old, rundown factory, with its windows boarded up. There’s another car parked in front.
“Is she okay?” a female voice asks; her tone laced with panic.
“Yeah,” one of the men replies. “She’s fine.”
“And the woman?” she asks. “You’re certain she’s dead?”
“Yeah. I watched the b***h light up with my own two eyes.”
“Good,” the woman says as she climbs into the front seat of the 4x4. She hands them a small parcel and a set of keys.
“No goodbye then?” the man asks as she closes the d
