Part 2
The world spins behind the blindfold as Tim pulls at the ropes binding his wrists around the back of the chair, but they are tied so tightly the ropes bite deep into his skin. His mind is whirling with the image of Sean, so different from his usual smiling self, so dead. It is all because of him. Tim has been so absorbed with himself that he never really believed they would target Sean, too. If only Sean had not asked Tim to stay with him.
Tim yells out his frustration and gets a sound slap as an answer. He will not be silent. “Why? Why did you kill him? He knew nothing about whatever it is that you want.”
There is a dry laugh, probably from the one who hit him.
“Who—that little fag? Oh yeah, he was your boyfriend.”
“What do you want?” Tim tries to follow the direction of the v
