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3.8| Unwilling to Die
Nyra was counting numbers in her head ever since she regained consciousness to keep track of time. So far it wasn't working and it was just a way of deceiving herself into believing it would help. In reality she had lost track about sixteen times and not even an entire hour had passed. The voice in her head was doing a phenomenal job at distracting her as well. The panic hadn't settled in because there was nobody around. Nyra was pretty calm for someone who had been kidnapped. "See if she is up," a gruffy voice was heard in a distance, it was a bit muffled and echoed, probably from the other side of a door. Sure enough, a metal door was opened a few seconds later. Nyra's ears and nose were working pretty well since her eyes and mouth were covered. Her ears picked up on heavy footst
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