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B2/41. The Pain...
Chad groaned. Everything was fuzzy, and he needed to find Becca. Where was he? The room was dark and damp, and he could hear water dripping in the distance. The smell assaulted his nostrils—it was musky. A cold chill ran down his spine, causing an involuntary shiver. He quickly realized his hands were bound in chains, his arms pinned over his head. Panic started to set in. Where was Becca? He remembered his father's warning. His father caught word that the Cotters were planning to kill him. The Cotters were power-hungry and untrustworthy, but this didn't seem like something Sheriff Cotter or Ryan would do. Richard would realize that this move would undermine his hold on the town. Chad knew the Cotter's were lazy and tended to be more talk than action. This wasn't their typical approac
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