Sammy whistled as he steered the wheel to his villa, imagining how he would put his captives to rest. He picked up his phone resting on the vacant front seat and called Oscar, who was left with the abductees. He instructed him to make sure nobody could get inside the gate except him.
“Don’t worry, everything is fine, like they could escape,” he answered confidently. “The cop had his leg broken. The girl is weak. How could they get away?”
Sammy could hear him munching as they talked.
“Are you in the kitchen?” he asked.
“Where else will I be? I also eat food, not just… you know.”
“Dumbo! I’m not paying you to slack off! Get back to the tunnel and guard them, or I’ll skin you alive once they escape!”
“Okay, Jumbo!” Oscar ended the call.
Sammy snarled and threw his phone to his side. He
