dear survivor

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"I got her." The man spoke into his phone, before grabbing me from my collar and forcing me to stand up. I lifted the metal rod to hit him again, but with one swift motion of his hands, it dropped on the floor, far from me. I tried to look at the man's face, as he took some rope out of his pocket. Realizing what was going to happen, I tried to duck out of his way and run for my life, but after receiving another blow to my head, I dropped on the floor, utterly useless. He quickly tied up my arms, before lifting me off the ground and forcefully carrying me. Think, how can you get out of here? I looked around but couldn't find anything in the dark. Several times I tried to kick him, receiving a slap or a punch. My head was bleeding, and my nose felt broken. My arms were numb from being tie

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