They woke me up with lots of cold water.
As soon as I was conscious, I tested the ropes holding me
down, but they were still tight.
“Again, where plans?” asked the guard. I shrugged, as best I
could with my arms tied. He shouted something in his native tongue, and then
his offsider brought a hammer down on my hand.
They seemed confused when I didn’t react, to it or the next
couple of shots. Then I heard on their radio someone mention my nerve damage.
I then acted really scared when they began to attack my dead
hand.
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