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A Living Nightmare

Linda’s POV

Terror gripped me as the wet towel covered my face once again, cutting off my air supply. I struggled against the bonds that held me to the chair, panic rising within me like a tidal wave.

Kirby’s laughter echoed in the room, cruel and unforgiving. “I need more, Linda. I feel like you’re still keeping things from me!” She taunted, her voice barely audible through the soaked fabric pressed against my face.

I thrashed against the restraint, desperate for air, for freedom. But her grip on the towel was relentless, the water she was pouring seeping into every crevice, suffocating me.

Just when I thought I couldn’t hold on any longer, the pressure on my face lifted, and I gasped for air, my chest heaving with exertion. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I struggled to regain my composure, the fear still strangling me.

“Ready to talk now, dear?” Her voice cut through the silence, cold and calculated.

I was exhausted, I was barely hanging on. “The codes, you can find a way to
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