“No! We can't kill him!” I slowly open my eyes as a familiar and unfamiliar voices, arguing, reach my ears. I look down to find out a rope tightly tied around my feet. My hands are also tied behind me. Well, I was already expecting to wake up tied up that's why I'm not surprised anymore. But what I didn't expect was the pain that would surge through my wrists as I try to struggle against the rope.
It seems like they sliced my wrists so that I won't dare try to scape. I sneer inwardly. They are really making sure that I won't scape. Even if they didn't slice me, I'm sure that I still can't scape because of how tight they tied the rope around my wrists and feet. Maybe, they don't have a trust on the rope they use.
It's when I wander my eyes around when I realise that I'm in a windowless
