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and my neck is stiff. I groan as I try to str

ace is too dim to make out. There is only a small window by the wall on my right, but it's bar

ith ropes. I try dragging my hands free but the rope bites into my

been tied up. As the sun sets, I cry to myself, thinking about how

nd of keys rattling made me freeze. I hold my breath as the door atop the stair

otsteps came from the door, then the figure of a large man blocked

hat am I doing here?!"I shout at his form but I'm just met with silence, just as I'm abo

w, full lips with a beard framing them and his hairstyle is that of being cut short on the sides and a few inches longer at the

it behind them, plunging us into darkness momentarily

me from all sides," answer me God damn it! Who the heck are you?!" I shout at them in panic and in a flash, the

rising panic attack, I couldn't afford to

in the enclosed space, he bends towards my face and studies me," you owe me a debt that is very much overd

ngly as he takes slow, predatory steps around me," but no issues, let me play along and jog your memory shall we?" he asks while still circling round me," in 2015, Roman Alexe and his wife had a sudden decline from business that they tried to rise from, then all of a sudden got struck with the accident of their children which resulted in the demise of one and the long term hospitalisation of the other an

my sweaty, tear-stricken face. The hard-eyed man roughly grabs my hair by the roots and forces my face towards his," and now the option l

for it" he pushes my head backward with the tip of his pistol and turns away towards the stairs," so now we play the waiting game, shake them up then we see what option they choose" he says without