Jordan's body felt like it was on fire. Days of torture had left him weak, his vision blurry. But he wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.
He had been working on the rope binding his wrists for long, rubbing it against a sharp edge of the metal chair. When it finally snapped, he had almost cried out in relief.
But he stayed quiet. Waiting and bidding his time.
The guard outside his cell was getting more tense. Jordan could see it in the way the man kept checking his watch, the way he paced back and forth. Worried because from the gunshots sounds out, things seemed grim.
"Hey," Jordan called out, his voice cracking. "I think... I think I'm dying. Please..."
The guard peered through the small window in the door. "Shut up."
"There's blood... everywhere," Jordan whispered, letting his hea
