Clyde turned around and saw Arthur emerging from the shadows of the warehouse. He was wearing his pristine white polo shirt and blacck slacks.
"Are they ready?" Clyde asked him and Arthur nodded. They went to the inside of the warehouse and after opening a loose door on the right side of the place, Clyde immediately saw the three males that were strapped down on the metal chairs.
Clyde stepped forward and reached out to place his gloved hand to grip on the guy's hair sitting on the middle. He tittled his head harshly, making the teen grunt from the pain on his neck.
"...Benjamin, I see that I as wrong giving you a chance to live," Clyde said and pushed him back to the backrest of the metal chair .
