ZIVA
With the bald man’s statement, my eyes widened as fear gripped me. Did I gulp that black liquid?
“Now, look at that. You drank it in a go,” the man spoke in a mocking manner, confirming my doubts. He forced the drink into my mouth, while I was gasping for breath, and I foolishly gulped it.
My heart raced.
He mentioned that he mixed something into the drink. Gosh! It is not just an ordinary drink, or alcohol then.
I took a step away from the man, and my legs wobbled, like they were exhausted.
That is strange.
My legs never feel wobbly even after I worked tirelessly back then.
“No worries, I will help you,” I heard the man utter. I raised my gaze to look at his ugly face, but when I did, his face doubled... Or maybe tripled or quadrupled. I'm confused!!!
The bald man’s han
