As we continue...
The small girl sits shivering on the floor, clad in rags. The damp air seems to be sucking the warmth from her bones. The smell of dirt and sweat reaches out to her nostrils from the blindfold on her face and she feels her stomach heave. Her wrists burn from the rope tied around her wrists. She lays on the ground and begins to cry.
She hears footsteps approaching.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
"Here," the voice is gruff and unpleasant, "drink this if you know what's good for you."
She feels a bowl at her lips and sips. The thick, overly sweet liquid pours down her dry throat and makes its way to her stomach, causing it to heave once more and then grow silent. Her body slowly goes numb and she slips back into blackness, the footsteps fading as her captor returns to his post.
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It's dark, A gun. Flash bang. A body flwumps to the floor unceremoniously. Out from the shadows a shadowy figure emerges. His dark and gloomy expression matches the cold steel of his .45 revolver. His eyes, like dogs eyes.
Suddenly, Thorvald's eyes snapped open from his meditation and he called his companions.
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