The room was dimly lit with plain grey walls surrounding her. It looked it was an ordinary bedroom apart from the giant swash sticker plastered on the wall.
“Who do you work for?” Her kidnapper said with a thick German accent.
“I work for myself.” Ruby replied, spitting in her enemy’s face. The neonazi looked amused as a smile spread across his face.
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