Atta girl. You had me worried there for a second.
“Yeah,” I mumble, “I had myself worried there for a minute, too.”
So not giving up then?
“No,” I say fiercely. “Not a f*****g chance.”
Chapter 41: Phoenix
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TWO DAYS LATER—A CELL BENEATH WILD NIGHT BLOSSOM
The ice-cold slap of water being thrown in my face jerks me awake. I struggle to suck in a breath as the freezing trickle snakes down my spine, drenching my clothes.
What’s left of my clothes, that is.
The last two days has been a fog of torture. Brutal beatings. Some recreational waterboarding. And the loudest, f*****g godawful heavy metal music ever recorded blaring around the clock to make sure I don’t a wink of sleep.
A weaker man would be long dead. But the bastards that be are determined not to let me off that easy. A doc
