CHAPTER 278

The man continued. “I know you are going to try and run away while I dig but I already got a plan for that.”

The man’s eyes were twinkling with a wicked pride as he picked up a long rope.

The man’s hands worked with brutal, ruthless efficiency, the rope biting into the boy’s wrists with a painful force that left him writhing in pain.

He then climbed into the hole that had been dug, his muscles rippled with exertion as he worked the digger.

The digger dug into the earth with a deafening, metallic shriek as he tore it apart with psychotic energy.

The boy was just at the edge of the huge hole that was dug, his fear a potent force as he darted around.

It was dark and the probability that someone was going to save him was quite slim.

This can’t be happening. It can’t be real. All he knew was that he had to escape but he didn’t know how yet. He had to find a way to survive.

He thought of begging but he had done that countless times before and there was no positive response.

Perhaps he sho

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