The titles of my chapters are titles of songs. They are very carefully chosen.
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The first chapter is basically the season 1 finale rewritten. Everything after that is my doing.
“Any last words, agent?” Alex asked with a voice of which the malicious pleasure just dripped of. Debra looked up at him, her eyes wide in terror.
“You don’t have to do this” she begged. “You don’t have to do this”
“I know I don’t ” Alex replied careless. “Take small breaths” he advised before getting up. As Debra cried and screamed for help, he and his partner closed the coffin and buried it underneath the ground.
Everything went quiet. The only sound heard were Debra’s sobs, cries and heavy breaths. She desperately hoped the FBI would find her. Well, they would find her. Just not in time.
“Okay” Debra told herself a little reproaching. “You’re not dying in a box underneath the ground. This is not how your life’s going to end”
She brought her hands to her mouth and started chewing the ropes that tied them together. Like a hunter ripping the flesh off its prey, she jerked the ropes with her teeth.
After about five minutes, which seemed más like five hours, the ropes finally loosened. Though her hands hurt Debra awarded herself no time for complaining. She placed her hands on the ceiling and tried to open the coffin.
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The first chapter is basically the season 1 finale rewritten. Everything after that is my doing.
“Any last words, agent?” Alex asked with a voice of which the malicious pleasure just dripped of. Debra looked up at him, her eyes wide in terror.
“You don’t have to do this” she begged. “You don’t have to do this”
“I know I don’t ” Alex replied careless. “Take small breaths” he advised before getting up. As Debra cried and screamed for help, he and his partner closed the coffin and buried it underneath the ground.
Everything went quiet. The only sound heard were Debra’s sobs, cries and heavy breaths. She desperately hoped the FBI would find her. Well, they would find her. Just not in time.
“Okay” Debra told herself a little reproaching. “You’re not dying in a box underneath the ground. This is not how your life’s going to end”
She brought her hands to her mouth and started chewing the ropes that tied them together. Like a hunter ripping the flesh off its prey, she jerked the ropes with her teeth.
After about five minutes, which seemed más like five hours, the ropes finally loosened. Though her hands hurt Debra awarded herself no time for complaining. She placed her hands on the ceiling and tried to open the coffin.
