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The woman didn’t say anything and instructed the goon to join her in the bedroom instead. While they probably began discussing the most effective ways to dispose of me, I tried to rid myself of the ropes that were wounded around my wrists, since I didn’t want to die just yet. The knot that had held the rope together was strong enough to ruin all of my attempts to free myself. I, thus, realized that I needed somebody else to help me with it. I looked around me to find the goon’s phone on the table beside me. Since my legs weren’t tied, I moved closer to the table and began operating it with my nose. Luckily, it had no passcode. After a few unsuccessful attempts at skilful scrolling, I did manage to get to the num pad. I contacted the police. As soon as the call was connected, I communic
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