Less than an hour ago, I regain my consciousness only to find myself sitting on a chair, with my hands tied behind my back, and a tight tape fastened to my lips in a way that I won't be able to scream.
I'm in a little space like a small abandoned warehouse with some car spare parts and other pieces of electronics scattered around the place. This large psychopathic man is now bare faced in front of me to traumatize me all over again. I don't want to show my weakness, I want to attempt to be strong but I'm so scared of looking straight into his eyes. I don't have one bit of courage to glare at him.
"Raise your eyes and look at me!" He snaps, holding my chin up, as I breath in the rotten smell coming from his breath, which makes me want to throw up my intestines. "Look at me! Aish!" He scre
