- Stay put, don’t talk. - Said Lucy to David.
Rough and frantic hands grabbed David by the shoulders and the neck. He was hit on the back twice and pushed down to the floor. A knee fell violently onto his neck, making him grunt. His wrists were tied behind his back, then two men threw him against the wall. Lucy had received the same treatment, and not in a more gentle fashion. She was dropped beside David, whose sand ball in his throat had started to roll again.
One of the men crouched in front of them, arms on his knees. Only his eyes were visible behind the black cloth wrapping his face. They were deep, cold eyes trying to read deep into their souls.
He lifted one finger, slowly, to his mouth as an eloquent sign of being silent. Then, the same man uttered few words and the aggressors
