Derek
*Salvador*
I opened my eyes and found myself standing on a beach. I noticed the cup of coffee spilled on the floor. Derek. I knew that the weakling would bring me back to this place, how predictable. I said to myself and just then I recalled the young lady I had tied to the tree.
I clenched my fists in anger. I knew Derek and he was more susceptible to pity, he must have set her free. I was so close to finding my way out of this place and he ruined it all. I grit my teeth in anger. I picked up the cup from the floor. “I don’t care about what you do Derek, but I will get out of this place no matter what,” I squashed the cup in my hands and headed back for the building.
I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and after drowning a few glasses I caught a strange scent. It was alm
