I’m Not Cold Hearted (XV)

The corridor was endless, every time we thought that we were finally at the room, the men would lead us to another hallway and we kept walking until the guards suddenly stopped and unlocked a door then told us to sit. The room looked like one of those investigation rooms, it had a big wooden table and four armchairs. We sat down and waited until the same man I saw three years ago, the man who kidnapped me, I never forgot his name, it was Ryan.

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