Chapter 93 Delusional And Ill Conceived

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• The door jars open wide as my right leg flicks my heel to and fro above the ground. Flashes of light burst against my face, almost blinding me. I extend my hand, waiting for another to clasp it and guide me down. With a light jump, I step out of the car just as the door shuts behind me. Four men in black close ranks around me, like a living barricade.
• Though they form a wall, the relentless flashes still pierce through, taunting me.