Misjudged by Mike

Misjudged by Mike # “I’m telling you I didn’t steal anything!” Sid shouted half-heartedly into the empty room. The interrogation room was small, barely fitting the small table and two chairs it held. Sid sat opposite the rooms singular iron door with his ankles bound by heavy iron manacles. The cool brick floor against his...

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