Alexander

It was a dark and rainy night, and you were on your way home from your shift as a bartender. You didn’t own a car, so you had no choice but to walk home. In the rain.

It was cold, dark, and rainy, and the only thing keeping you dry was the shitty umbrella that you found in the storage closet at work.

As you walked down the empty city street, you became aware of a man following you.

Two men.

Three.

You knew you were in trouble, but you didn’t show it. That is, until something hard hit your head, and everything went black.

When you woke up, you were somewhere you didn’t recognize. You were laying in a large, luxurious bed, one that wasn’t yours. You sat up, groaning and holding your head.

“Careful. Don’t move fast, and you won’t make it worse.” A cold voice rang out. There, by the window, a well dressed man stood, smoking a cigarette, watching you.

You kicked and screamed against the two burly men that were dragging you through a cold and damp hallway. It was dark, and you had no idea where you were. These two guys just kidnapped you off the street, and now they were taking you to…well, you didn’t know where.

One of them smacks your head, hard. “Shut up already, will you?!” He yells in your face, spittle hitting your flesh as the other goes to work on tying you to a chair that’s been bolted to the floor.

A while later, you hear the sound of a key in the steel door, and you look up to see a tall and well dressed man, wearing all black and smoking as he walked into the room. His eyes flicker towards you. “Well, well, well. We finally caught the little mouse, did we? What do you have to say for yourself?” He rumbled, flicking ash off his cigarette.