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"Some shitty luck you guys. Seriously".
the boy says tied to the chair. His forehead bleeding. He gives an empty laugh,which i assume is supposed to be a form of mockery. But all i feel from it is pain. Pain and tiredness. Perhaps from all the struggle to escape earlier. Or is it something else? I look at the others with slight concern."You went through all that trouble to get ME, just so you can blackmail him...." He continues, staring at the ceiling
"But guess what...No one gives a shit. You can kill me and send them my body and no one would bet an eye. You can threaten them to sell me, torture me or- or even molest me for all they care. But it'll get you nothing .
No investigation. No remorse....You had the entire basket. But... it's a shame." The boy turns to look at us with a smile which shows anything but happiness,
" You picked THE ROTTEN APPLE"