When the truck finally stopped moving, Alex knew in his head, and from looking at his phone, that only ten minutes had passed, but it had seemed like eternity. After being thrown up against the wall rather violently, he had decided to sit down and hold tight to a wooden rail on the wall that he imagined was usually used for securing furniture and not people. He had decided early on that he was going to rest, because when he got out of here he was going to need all of his energy to kill somebody.Once the truck stopped, Alex was on his feet. He moved quietly away from the rail by the wall to the door. He waited until he heard the engine stop, and a door close before he spoke.
“If you’re some sort of serial killer, you picked the wrong man, motherfucker! You better run, because I’m going to
