“Rodriguez, you know how much I hate repeating myself. You know what happens when I do. I’m sure you wouldn’t like for that to happen.” Arsen’s voice was as cold as ice, his eyes were even colder. He was sitting in a wooden chair just a few meters away from where Guillermo was held, hostage. He crossed his left leg over the other.
“Ye—yes s-sir,” Guillermo replied. He was trembling with fear. He was tied to a huge round board. All limbs were spread apart, tied differently. Both hands were strapped above his head.
Arsen gave Hakim a look and the bodyguard immediately knew what to do.
Then the wheel-like board started spinning.
What the……how did he do that?
And then I saw it. The remote control is in his hand.
Guillermo was now crying out at the top of his voice like a little girl.
