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Kristyana... my wife. Dillain, Mitchell... Nylah.
drip.drip.drop... the ceiling has a crack in it and its leaking onto the floor. Drip. Drip. Drop. Annoyance crept its way into my wondering thoughts... oh how I miss my family. The room dark and silent. Muggy and smelly. Moving isn't an option. Steel bars bound me to the chair. The chair bound to the floor. Moving literally isn't an option. Leaving is not possible.
As footsteps gradually grew closer and closer, anxiety bit at my fingertips causing me to absently tap away at the handles beneath my arms. Without a second thought, I closed my eyes and bowed my head in an attempt to appear asleep. The metal door to the chamber I'm being held in slowly creaked open as my attacker and his minion walked in. The light flicked on as footsteps came to a slow stop in front of me.
"Where's the baby??" Do I not deserve a good morning before engaging in conversation?? I continued to "sleep" and listened as he shuffled his weight from one foot to another.
"Wake up and answer my question, peasant." Still ignoring him, I slowly sat up in my seat, raised my head to him and opened my eyes. No smug look. No smile. Just a straight face.
"Wheres the baby??" He let out a sigh and began rubbing at his temple, showing the irritation that plagued his thoughts. His name is Ray. Dressed in a black and white dress suit to accessorize his authority. His collar loosened and his black hair a ruffled mess to show his stress over the situation. He's been asking me the same question for what feels like years. My heart pounded in my ears as my mind took me to another place. Flashes of my beautiful wife and kids once again plagued my thoughts as I looked at the angry man in front of me. My body aching in protest as I tried my best to keep my head held high. I'm so tired... sweat soaked my hair and mixed with the blood on my face as it dragged along the surface of my skin. A cold hard hand went swiftly across my face.
"Open your fucking mouth! I'm talking to you! Why won't you answer me?!!" His accent grew thicker as did his anger. He and his wilder beast had been trying to pry the whereabouts of my newborn daughter, Nylah, for days. A wave of lavender and vanilla flushed my senses as I thought of her. What a powerful young woman she will be.
"Answer me!" His hot breath fanned over my unprotected face as he kneeled closer to get my attention. Beer, mint, and day old meatloaf replaced my daughter's scent. I grimaced in response, holding back a gag.
"I'm not gonna ask again. Where's the fucking baby?!" Ray now appeared angry. His pale face lit bright red and his veins began to show as he yelled. Angry indeed. Good. The silver that bound me to the chair was slowly draining me. His booming voice echoed through the small room. A smile stretched across my face as I thought if my baby. My family. A proud man I am. A proud man I will die as. A proud man indeed. His anger seemed to reach a boiling point, wrapping his hand tightly around my throat. A smile still planted on my face. My time is almost here. I came to terms with it a long ago. The silver still digging into my skin. Burning.
To be continued...
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