NICHOLAS
“Hey, you, asshole!” I hollered at an armed, muscular man standing by the door. He ignored me.
“Let us go, dickhead! Set us free right now!” Kent yelled, but the huge man remained unmoving.
The thing is, Kent had been scrambled into the dark enclave in the past few hours. Since then, we had been plotting our escape. Some men in black had also come and gone, offering us food and wine. It made me wonder about their motifs, especially since they had not manhandled us yet.
“What is it you want, huh? What’s your price?” I softened my voice, trying to coax him. “I can give you double of what you’re paid here. I can make you a very rich man. What’s it going to be?”
The man finally budged. He turned to us and started walking slowly toward us. Kent and I exchanged glances, satisfied
