When Patricia woke up, she was still in the dark room, tied and locked.
“Hey, is Mr. George still coming? I’m already itchy.” One of the men spoke by the door which was an inch open. There were two of them smoking on it as if they were waiting on that old man.
“I dunno, I heard he was called by Mr. Jorge since they finally knew that the kid escaped.” One of the men replied. The other chuckled.
“He’s clumsy and stupid alright. He was just good with his mouth and lips.” He only meant the literal meaning but they both laughed.
“That damn old geezer,” the guy muttered again, “I’ve been absent in the clubs for a while now and there’s this chick with us, can we just take a sip?”Use the "Insert Citation" button to add citations to this document.
Patricia trembled hearing their w
