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RAY SAT ON THE MOIST cot trying to focus his energy. He’d been down in the hole most of the day and could feel the nip of the night air seeping through the small seams in the cover of his prison. He tried to keep moving, but the sweat droplets on his skin made him colder.
Scenarios of sweet revenge played out in his head. Skipping over the part where he accomplished a daring escape from his mud dungeon, he kept thinking of new and interesting ways to punish The Bear. One particularly gruesome fantasy, where he mined the fat Ukrainian’s chest with a pickaxe, was interrupted when the latch above him opened.
Ray peered up into the night. Instead of one formidable captor, he saw two. Between them, they held a third body. The accomplice was a young African-American girl, wearing much shab
