Don't Touch What Is Mine!
Danny's POV The first thing I felt wasn’t the pain. It was the cold. It was the kind of damp, biting chill that seeps through your clothes and settles right into your marrow until your bones feel like they are made of ice. My head was throbbing with every heartbeat, a heavy, wet rhythm that made the back of my eyes ache. When I finally forced my eyelids open, the world was just a blur of gray concrete and flickering yellow light. I tried to move my hands, but they wouldn't budge. My wrists were pulled back behind a rusted metal pipe, bound so tight with plastic zip-ties that my fingers had gone completely numb. I was in a basement that smelled like old oil and something sour, like rotting wood. I groaned, the sound catching in my dry throat, and immediately a heavy boot slammed into my
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