ALAN.
“Where am I? Help? Somebody helps? I have the Captain and Watcher’s number, I will call the police and you all will be dusted. I promise you.” Steve yelled. I could hear him from the entrance.
It was just me and Elias inside the warehouse near the coast. The other men guarded the doors.
He was hung high up, shirtless. He had his pair of Lacoste briefs, light blue. I liked what I was looking at.
Elias pulled the crane and made sure his feet weren't touching the ground. However, if Steve jumped? He might touch the ground for a millisecond, making his legs weak.
“You are a weakling. You can’t walk. How dare you make me jump? Why? Because of your wife!” Steve asked and I needed to give him an answer. He hasn’t been tortured either, which makes it all too funny.
“Elias, bring th
