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Chapter 51

IDON’T KNOW WHY I’Mstill alive, but I am.

It gives me hope. Maybe I can free myself somehow.

When no one’s looking at me, I find a sharp edge on the arm of the chair and try to use it to cut through the rope.

It seems impossible, but I have nothing to lose.

I’m already dead anyway.

Even if I free myself of the rope, it’s highly unlikely I’m going to manage to escape a bunch of armed and trained men.

I don’t even have a weapon. Not that having one would help me too much.

“When’s the update coming?” a man with lots of tattoos asks.

“In about ten minutes.”

“Do you think it will come?” The tattoos guy is looking at me with a strange gleam in his eyes.

“We’ll see. If not, we have to kill her.”

Ten minutes.

That’s all I have left of my life.

I’m not even sure how I feel about it.

Maybe it’s terror, or maybe it’s just nothing.

“It would be a waste to kill her,” the tattoos guy says, coming closer. “She’s so pretty.”

His fingers brush my cheek, and I recoil from his touch.

“Leave her alone.”

“Why?” The tattoos guy’s lowers to my breast, squeezing hard.

Nausea rises at the back of my throat.

I don’t want him to keep touching me, but his hand trails down, groping me.

“Stop!” I yell. “Don’t touch me!”