Fighting Back

I swallowed hard as the gun’s deafening shot was fired. I soon realized that the gun was not pointed at me, but a rat. They brought me into a dimly lit hallway after descending two flights of stairs. The smell of mildew hung in the air. I took in heavy breaths as we progressed down the hallway. We came to a small room.

“I guess your thirsty.” One of my captors asked.
“No.” I replied quietly.
“Well your gonna have some anyway.” he said proceeded to splash some on my face.

The water also hit my shirt where the microphone was hidden. It momentarily shorted and I let out a gasp of pain.

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