Tuesday, November 19, 2024
The Rich Kid
They left.
It was cold. His sweat made his body shivver.
He yelled for hours.
Nobody could hear him.
He squirmed.
The ropes just slashed his arms, wrists and neck.
He was numb.
He knew his father hated him.
$10million.
He wondered if he would leave him here to die.
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