Chapter 72Riley had lost track of time. All he could focus on was the electricity coursing through his legs. How long have I been here? He said he would be back in a couple of hours. Has it been hours? Has it only been minutes? Has he forgotten about me? He looked around for anything that could indicate time. The room didn’t have a clock, at least not one that he could see. The battery charger didn’t have a timer, and there were no windows to indicate movement of the sun. All he knew for certain was that his stamina was waning fast, and he couldn’t tolerate much more.
After what seemed like hours, the door opened, and his attacker re-entered the room, wheeling a metal cart with a variety of tools on the top tray, and an electrical cord and blow torch on the bottom tray. Riley’s attacker f
