“Capture and drag the traitor along her ally,” the old man orders, and his men storm towards me. They nap my arms, and drag me into a car.
Everyone gets into the various cars. The doors slam shut and we all return to the old man’s mansion.
Melisa and I are roughly pulled out of the car and dragged to the dungeon. They shove us right in, causing us to fall on the dirty floor.
The old man walks right in.
One of his warriors pulls the little bed in the dungeon in the direction of the old man, and he sits on it, right in front of Melisa and me.
With his legs spread apart, and his elbows resting on his thighs causing his body to lean in our direction, his burning eyes stare at me. “You crossed the border to the South, why?” He asks.
His cigar has been lit for him. He smokes, drag in
