The Discreet Billionaire.

Chapter 36: In the hands of Death.

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[On the Night of the Anniversary]

The sound of heavy guns pulling the trigger was accompanied by raucous laughing.

Carl's heart began to race with each metallic clatter.

It's about time, "Ahh.. Haa!!". It's time to hand him over to death. We had been waiting for this for good damned 48 hours! Immediately after the door to the pitch-black torture room opened suddenly, a terrifyingly strong voice stormed.

Carl though wondered how he was able to survive without seeing the broad daylight for more that 48 hours, thus living in pure darkness which left him no choice but to adapt.

The blindfold use to lock his vision were change twice only at midnight. And every single night Carl kept on having horrible nightmares that later seemed to be his actual reality.

Since being captured, he hasn't had a single bath, he could only taste rotten food and filled his drenched tongue with tainted water that tastes like piss. That was his only option to survive from