Seth
There is something about that guy on the floor, something I can’t quite wrap my head around as I study what I can see of him being slumped to the floor, chained and with a bag over his head. It’s like I know him but I am not a hundred percent sure how. He’s wearing some expensive looking black slacks and a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows. The shirt is open at his chest a bit and a sliver of tanned skin peaks out. For some reason I don’t like this. I don’t like it one bit.
Still, I lean towards him, deciding that a little bit intimidation would do wonders for his don’t-give-a-s**t attitude. Too much of that attitude might put him dangerously close to the grave. Not that I would ever allow an innocent person to be hurt like this. Never in my watch has som
