"You call it wrong, I call it right
I ain't changing, I'll abide"
Nicolas' Pov :
One week ago...
The smell of blood and rotten meat hit my nostrils when I entered the underground cell of the warehouse in the jungle of Monpura town. I turned left and walked into a dimly lit cell when I saw Stephen, my mate and best friend standing in front of a beaten man with my two other mates Victor and John.
Blood dripping out of his cuts and bruises made him head to toe smeared with crimson blood, hands cuffed, lying on the floor. His face was almost unrecognizable and he was barely breathing.
"Is he alive?" I looked at Stephen and scrunched my eyebrows.
"Yes. He won't die this early." Stephen chuckled.
"Did he open his mouth?" I asked again.
"This motherfucker is mute like forever." Joh
