“I hate you!”
Vincent grunted as his hands were cuffed behind his back and a large man double his size in height and stature, dragged him with his hands, while his eyes were covered with blindfold.
The thick trickling stream of blood ran down his forehead, while the cold cuffs around his wrists weren’t helping him feel relaxed then he should be in a situation with bruises puffed around his face.
Right next to him a shrieking feminine voice coaxed, “It hurts!”
“Shut the f**k up Brian!”
Vincent and another male voice grunted at him.
“OH, you shut up!”
Vincent and Brian reciprocated at the third one.
Even Brian’s state was familiar to Vincent except her was a little less bruised and wore a pair of white head to toe dress which seemed to be a chauffer’s uniform. But the third person th
