The three men exchanged nervous glances, clearly torn between their loyalty to their boss and the dread that had crept into their hearts.
The fog around them seemed to thicken, as if swallowing up the world outside. The only sound was the occasional distant caw of crows, and their own heavy breathing.
"Shut the fuck up and get me outta here! You idiots just gonna stand there yappin'? I swear to God, I'll kill you all myself if you don't move!" the boss barked, his voice rising in panic.
His eyes darted nervously in every direction, though he couldn't turn much without sending waves of pain through his body.
He was the one truly helpless in this situation, and that fact terrified him more than anything. The idea of being trapped like this, unable to defend himself, was a nightmare.
