C174 Last Man Standing.

Pain dulled and numbed my nerves but never left. My body lay twisted, face down on the cold marble floor, wrists bruised and chained, legs shackled tight. I’d dozed off from exhaustion that swallowed time.

Cold sweat clung to me—fear or fever, I couldn’t tell.

BANG!

The steel door slammed open like a shotgun, shaking the floor. Dontrell stormed in, boots slamming the floor like thunder