Thomas was taking out his pliers as Aram opened his eyes. He didn’t speak this time and decided to observe his surroundings instead. Thomas had his back turned on the man, so he wasn’t aware that he had woken up.
The master bedroom had no bed in it. All of the walls were covered with some black pillow like things, and the bulb lit in the middle of the ceiling made the room look like the set of some low budget horror film. Aram was tied to a wooden chair, and there was a table in front of him.
The table was adorned by various instruments of torture. Aram knew he was in a load of s**t when he heard Thomas chuckling slowly. He knew that his prey was ready to be tortured.
“Who are you?” Aram asked the obvious question.
“Thomas White, but I could be the last person you ever see.” Thomas sai
