Mr. Stripper

The one.

They all extended their guns and pointed them at me.

My heart immediately left my chest, and I felt as if I was about to pass out.

I've never had anything like this happen to me before, and today is the first time a gun has been pointed at me.

I'm still shaking like I'm about to pass out.

Tears were already streaming down my cheeks, and despite the cold weather, I was still feeling hot. "Please!" I pleaded immediately, placing both hands together. "What the heck! Are you really looking at our faces?" One of the men questions me.

I swallowed my saliva hard, as if I were swallowing broken glass.

If they don't want me to look at their face, I'll do it.

Even though I was staring at the floor, I made sure my hands were together. "I'm not staring anymore." I mumble while sniffing my nose.

My eyes were welling up with tears. "You're fooling us, aren't you? You think we don't know you're a serial killer?" Another voice inquired, and I shook my head sideways.

I find myself speaking quickly as a result of my fear. "I'm not playing with you, and I'm... I'm not a serial killer. I'm Emery, and I'm…"

"Shut up!" An authoritative voice declared, and I immediately kept my mouth shut.

The voice has just cut me off from explaining to them that I am not a serial killer. Furthermore, I have always lived my life doing things that please God, so killing is just not in my nature.

"Did you deliver a pie to a Company today?" He enquired.

I bite my trembling lower lips. "It was yesterday, not today." I whisper, hoping that my words don't offend anyone.

The voice that had just spoken to me scuffed. "Did you know you're amusing?" He inquired, and I shook my head sideways.

"Did you just say no?" When he asked, I immediately shook my head sideways. "I didn't mean to say no." I declare because I am currently perplexed about myself.

"Hahaha! This guy is a hoot." Another voice declares, laughing sarcastically.

I bite my lower lip, not knowing what else to say. "You infiltrated a company late yesterday afternoon, and after assassination, you left a pie front of the company." Another voice said, and I shook my head sideways.

Gush. This is all a misunderstanding.

I raise my head while shaking it sideways. "It's a misunderstanding, and please believe me. I was sent to...."

"Silence." One of the frightening men declares. "But... But it's just that I'm a delivery guy..."

I was unable to finish my statement because one of them cracked the gun.

I immediately stopped talking. I mumble some pleading words, but I dare not open my mouth to say anything.

"Pfft. I thought you were wishing for death." When one of them inquired, I shook my head sideways.

I'm not wishing for death, and I doubt I'll ever wish for something similar. "I'll do the talking, and you'll do the answering. Okay." He said, and I nodded.

"Who are you?" He interrogates me.

I point my index finger at myself. "I'm Emery." I responded honestly, but with a low trembling voice.

I could hear the man who is currently investing in me exhale. "I mean, who sent you?" He enquired.

"I was sent by my boss." I mumble.

Those who had dropped their guns all pointed them at me.

My heart leapt out of my chest once more.

"I didn't do anything, please. My boss assigned me to the company based on the customer's preferences." I declare, while attempting to explain myself to them.

They stare at my expression for a while. "What does your Boss do?" The man in charge questions me. "He owns a bakery, and I deliver and bake for him." In the dim light, their eyes immediately glowed.

"Are you saying you're a delivery guy?" I nodded in response to his question. Aside from that, I've been telling them for a long time that I'm a delivery guy.

"That couldn't be true. I saw him deliver the pie to the company." One of the men standing behind suddenly declares.

The person in charge shakes his head sideways. "He said he's a delivery guy, so he could be telling the truth." He declares.

Another man scuffed. "So, what is he doing here?"

"Yeah. What is he doing here? Are you certain he isn't an undercover spy?" Another person inquired.

They all started arguing, and I believe that if they don't stop arguing, there will be war.

I exclaim, which causes everyone to stop talking. "The customer also requested that I deliver the pie here!"

"Why should we believe you?" Another person inquired, and I exhaled.

I have no evidence, so even if I keep explaining to them that I'm innocent, it will only be God's intervention.

I was still thinking about it when I remembered the company's business card. "I have proof that I'm telling the truth." I quickly declare.

"Show us." The leader issued the order.

I made my way to the car and grabbed the company business card.

I handed it over to the leader, who nodded after inspecting it. "He appears to be telling the truth." He uttered, handing the business card to one of his other men.

"Boss... there's something about this card." The man to whom he had handed the card declared.

I panicked once more. 'Wasn't it the business card I gave them?' I find myself questioning myself.

The second man stepped forward and closed the gap between us, placing the tip of his gun on my forehead, causing me to urinate on my trouser. "HE'S THE ONE." He stated coldly.