The Wait

My breath turns to mist.

So cold.

Feels like I’ve been waiting for eons. Can barely feel my damn toes anymore.

What’s taking them so long? Everything’s worked out according to plan. The ransom money’s been delivered.

All they have to do is let me out of this meat locker.

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