Inside the cold and rusty room, Rico knelt with his wrists tied upwards. His dried blood covered his whole body. He shuddered both in pain and weariness. He couldn't even see through the swelling of his eyelids and the blood in his eyeballs. His breathing became fast and shallow. It's been a day since he was given a meal by the unknown men who captured him. He is already starving but he couldn't ask for his lips are dry and full of wounds.
Not long enough, he heard footsteps that filled the whole room. A man in his tuxedo came inside the room with another six men that tortured him for a week. The man walked further inside the room until he stopped in front of him.
Rico slowly looked up with his trembling movements. The pain in his neck kills him too much. That was when he froze as soon a
