Hazel
It happened in a flash. James and his goons abducted me from my mansion. My head spun continuously from the sharp crack of a revolver against my skull.
When I opened my eyes again, I was tied to a wooden chair in a stuffy room. The air smelled of dust, and I knew immediately I was trapped in an old warehouse. Dehydrated and weak, I strained to pick up any sounds from the environment. Hours passed, and I didn't hear a single car on a nearby road. Fear gripped me, raising goosebumps on my skin.
“Hazel, no one owes James!” he walked in with a vicious smile, a pistol gripped firmly in his hand. He c****d the gun and pointed it at my forehead.
“I will pay you, James…” I pleaded.
“No, you tried to be clever. The bank has claims on your mansion! How dare you offer it to me as collatera
