Grunt — Kailee Reese Samuels

No one thought I could last

Here in the cell -- I now call home

They didn't know I grew up in the prison of my crime family's dream.

Six weeks.

No one thought I could withstand

The loss, the drugs, the torture

They didn't know how much I would enjoy their game.

Six months.

No one thought I could survive

Their puppet and prey -- but I like to play -- Hard.

And I don't lose.

They picked the wrong guy. Their so-called ‘grunt' would fight to get home and take revenge. I vowed to come back -- for her -- for Kaci. But everything changed.

My maniacal mind wrapped with a pretty mug, I am an unforgiving bastard, tough -- tougher than they ever imagined.

And I will never â€" ever â€" break.