Plan
“How are you feeling?” He asked as he sat on the bed and caressed my hair. It’s my second day inside the medicube and apparently, the emergency that the mafia boss has to attend to is so big that he hasn’t visited me yet. Well, I’m extremely thankful for that because frankly, my injuries aren’t healed yet so I can’t really take another round of beating right now. “I’m fine. Just a little sore on my back but generally fine,” I answered. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask what kind of emergency happened because if that kind of thing would take the boss’ attention to me then maybe we should create a similar scene.” I made sure to lower my voice when I started talking about the escape plan. I want to get out of here as soon as possible and I wouldn’t let my blabbering mouth ruin
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