Colton almost pissed himself as he stared at the masked man, pointing a gun straight at him.
He'd never been in this situation and he never thought he'd ever be.
But now here he was, tied to a chair, bleeding from the head and shaking like a chicken at slaughter.
The man took a cautious step forward, peering into the room to confirm it was empty. Then, in one swift motion, he pulled out a pocket knife that gleamed under the dull light.
Colton trembled. “I swear, I’m not one of them. I don’t even know who that guy was—”
“Shhh." The man shushed and hurried behind the chair to cut the binds on his hands, then did the same for the ones on his legs.
Colton just watched him in horror as he circled back to his front.
Then, without warning, he took Colton by his cloth, and began pulling him
