The air smelled of stale beer and damp wood, and the room was cluttered with boxes and old furniture. A single bulb hung from the ceiling, casting a harsh light over the scene.
Thomas struggled with the men who refused to hit him, instead they made sure to tie him down without injuring the man.
He was light to them, but the men made sure they were being careful so they would not hurt him.
"Please… what do you guys want?! Who are you?! Let me go! Whoever sent you is not supposed to do this until they have spoken to me. I didn't do anything. Let me go."
Gio watched as his men tied Thomas to a chair, securing his wrists behind his back and his ankles to the legs of the chair. Thomas's breath came in ragged gasps, fear coursing through his veins as he realized just how serious this situation had become. This wasn't just a warning. This was an interrogation.
