Stuff

TEL’ANNAS

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he shrill sound of a siren blared throughout the room I’d now renamed my personalised torture chamber. Ever since Blaze had walked out, the hits had kept coming. I don’t know how many times the sirens had sounded, but it seemed every time I’d start to drift off, they echoed around the room, jolting me from whatever escape I needed to pass the time.

The assholes were trying to use sleep deprivation to try and break me, and that meant that they either had an infinite amount of time to pull this off or they were shit out of ideas and had resorted to trying anything and everything they could possibly think of. Sleep deprivation being one of them.

I groaned as I tried to stretch, realizing too late I was still strapped to the vault like contraption from earlier. My back and stomach ached from being bent over for so long, my arms had gone numb due to lack of blood flow and movement. And I was starving. It had been like three days or more since I’d actually eaten something of sub