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A man was panting after going through torturous days. His hands and feet were bound by heavy chains attached to the concrete wall, slumped on the floor that was tainted with old and fresh blood. His hair was disheveled, dangling past his dirty and haggard face.
The man grunted through his gritted teeth when he heard the metal bars ahead screech as the chains loosened. The sound of it had started to give him nightmares, knowing there were only two people who could go in and out of this cell: Abel, and then his grandchild, Sunny.
He could only think of what sick torture those two had in store for him. Putting him through hell had become their hobby now. And that thought alone… was enough to make him lose his mind from anger.
