Chapter Two
Someone had brought me here.
The noise—breathing—coming from the only other room in the apartment sparked my memory. And my hate.
I turned towards the dingy white door in the corner and took a swig of Vodka from the bottle that somehow found its way into my hand. The liquid was harsh and strong. Not my usual choice, but acceptable.
As I stepped closer, the booze called to me again, but I fought the desperate urge and reached for the door handle. The breathing was louder, closer to snoring.
As I pulled the door open, the sight made my breath catch.
In the far corner, slumped over and tethered on the darkened floor, the monster was sleeping.
Roland Teach.
He sat on the floor, at the back of what might have once been a bedroom or a small private office, head resting agains
