Chapter 35
While I sat in the dojo reading a few strategies I could use in my next kickboxing exam, the light in the dojo went off. I stood searching for someone, or my cell to switch my torch on, but before I could do either a bag was placed on my face. I couldn't do much at that moment since I instantly fell unconscious. When I woke up I was seated in an extremely cold room surrounded by men in suits. Had they put me in a freezer? in fact, why was I here in the first place?
My eyes started to open slightly and the first thing or person I saw was opened Saleema…or someone that looked like her standing in front of me dressed in her ballet dress.
"You're finally awake," she said taking out her cell phone, "call him…"
"Who?" I asked trying to breathe a little.
"Call him so he can watch you suffer…" she repeated shoving the phone into my face
"If this is about Zamin I don't have anything to do with him."
"I could care less. Because of you he hardly gave me a chance.
"CALL HIM!"
