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Thick metal cuffs gouge into his ankles, blood roars in his ears, and pain throbs deep in his head in time with his rapidly racing heart. His arms dangle above his head, his suspended body swaying just enough to jolt his arms back and forth, and each movement sends bolts of agony through his injured shoulder.
He longs to pass out, both to rest his exhausted body and to kill the endless time in this hellhole, but his aching brain somehow clings to consciousness. So he dangles there, everything hurting and dreading Colm O’Driscoll’s inevitable return to hurt him again.