A huge hand slapped my face, causing me to grunt and slowly awaken. I realized I was shackled in a chair, and everything was moving too fast for me to process what was going on. "Oh, I see you're awake," he laughed maniacally, bringing my worst nightmare to life.
Uncle Jomar knelt down to meet me, a smirk on his face as if he knew he'd won. "After chasing you for years, you're finally in my hands," he said as he lightly tapped my cheek. I locked my gaze on him. "Look at you, helpless in the chair," he mocked, then stood up.
"My flesh couldn't contain my desire to kill you right now." He drew his gun and pointed it at me. My heart almost leapt out of my chest, and my breathing became labored. Anger was now written on his face, and even though I was scared, I couldn't show any emotion. I k
