"Ahh!"
Antonin and Niels drag Philip down to the basement of Emma's building. The man didn't know where he was as his eyes were blindfolded, and his hands were tied. The only thing he could do right now was with his mouth and ears alone.
"What the hell are you guys doing? You won't survive if someone finds out you're holding the prime minister hostage!" he cried as Antonin tied his hands to the chair.
"Let me go!"
"Let me go--"
Philip did not continue his noisy sentences as soon as he felt his forehead cold. The muzzle of the gun in Niels' hand silenced him again.
"Shut up, you make me dizzy."
Philip took a deep gulp of his saliva, his breathing started to be erratic, but he could still speak. "How come you're still alive? Is this really you?"
"You think?"
