Living Lifelessly

Chapter 10

                            Arthur

"He looks like a tough guy though,"

*someone laughing*

"I bet, he won't last long than a week here,"

*laughter*

I open my eyes but all I see is black. Then I realise that I am blindfolded. With heavy breaths, I try to move my limbs but then again, I come to realise that I am all tied up.

Where the hell am I???

"How do you know I live here?"

As far as I remember, I never gave him my address.

"Oh yeah, I..." he stops for a second. "I followed you the other day. I am sorry but-"

"Whatever, I am really thankful for your help but that doesn't mean we're friends or something. I hope we'll never see each other again."

Without waiting for his response, I take off my seat belt but before I can get out, his strong arm pulls me back in and I feel a soaked cloth over my nose. Before I can fight back, my eyes get heavy and my mind slowly shuts down and within seconds, everything goes black.

Slowly, I start to remember what happened before I got here.

That bastard, tattooed guy is the one who brought me here.

I move my hands, this time with greater force, but I still can't get them freed.

"He's awake."

I hear something shift in my surrounding.

"How are you feeling doc?"

I feel something slide down my cheek, someone's finger, I guess.

I make an attempt to slap that hand away but my tied hands are of no use.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Oooh... he speaks."

*huge laughter*

Then, in a swift move, someone pulls the blindfold off. My eyes shut down due to the sudden invasion of bright light.

Within a few seconds, I slowly open them after they're adjusted to the lighting in the room.

I can't figure out where I exactly am. It's a very large room, with not a single furniture in it. Only a chair, on which I am currently tied on.

Including the guy who just pulled off my blindfold, there are five men in the room. All of them have their face covered in a mask so I can't recognise them at all.

Why did they bring me here???

"Why am I here?"

They look at each other, exchanging words with their eyes.

"I am asking something, you bastard."

I instantly regret my words, when one of those guys, lunges at me and pulls me forward by my shirt.

But before he can do something else, there's a loud gunshot and that guy falls on the floor, with blood oozing out of his head.

"Didn't I clearly say that I don't even want a single scratch on my surgeon."

My eyes go wide and my jaw drops when I lock eyes with the source of this voice.

Mr. Paul!

"Remember me surgeon?" He asks in his deep voice, blowing air into the gun, which he just used to kill that guy.