PigSlaughter

Chapter 16

'Where am i... why can't i see anything.. neither move my hands..'

"You woke up?"
Atlas approaches Fenrir and takes off the cloth that was covering his face. His eyes squinted once they met the light.

While Fenrir was looking around, he got his hands also released. He looked at his wrists which were sore from being tied up.

"I already know what you're about to say." Atlas clicks his tongue and then sits in front of him. They were in a room which was very plain, only two couches , they were being separated by a coffee table. The air was heavy to breath trough because of the humidity. It was noticeable an old room which wasn't taken care of.

"You're free."
"Am I." He was rubbing his sore wrists.
"You didn't end up in prison, and i removed you  from your University."
"What? When did these happen."
"Well, we could stay here and waste time, but we can't afford that."
"What about-"
"What about the people that were in your life? I don't know and don't care."

"This is bullshit, i'm leaving, what a freak thinking you can be all that to order me around" He gets up and heads to the door.

"Did you forgot the contract?" Words which made him stop in his way and turned around. Atlas took out the contract holding it.

Fenrir noticed a fingerprint which was made out of blood. Then it clicked, he immediately touched his shoulder which was stabbed as the last thing he remembered. He looked at his hand to see if it was still bleeding, but nothing.

Atlas scoffs which got Fenrir's attention.
"What is this?"
"What? Weren't you leaving?"
"Not till you tell me what happened."
"That's a way i can hold u there then? By never replying."
Fenrir was getting quite annoyed because the other was speaking on an unserious tone, which was clearly an amusing situation for him.

"If you leave alone, you're responsible if you get beaten up, kidnapped, killed or worse."

Fenrir rolls his eyes thinking it's another stupid joke of his. He turns around , opening the door and leaving.

Atlas sighs loud, and started counting.

''Five'' he rests his legs on the table and leans on the couch comfortably. 

''Four'' He takes out a lighter and a cigarette

''Three'' He lit up the cigarette.

''Two'' He placed the cigar on the side of his mouth

''One'' as he puts the lighter away retaking his comfortable position.

Not even a second passed since he said it and he heard a knock on the door.

He was looking at the door feeling quite lazy and unmotivated to open it.
He saw the doorknob moving trying to get in.
"Pull not push." He spoke louder to be heard.
Fenrir made his way back, succeeding opening the door.

"What do you want?" Atlas looks at him with his cold eyes, eyes which were never seen by Fenrir.

"You see...I have no idea where we are, and I am pretty sure I just witnessed a kidnapping."
"You're lucky you weren't the one."

"Leave the jokes aside, where the fuck are we?"
"Even if I told you, you still wouldn't know."
"Care to explain?" he was visibly getting stressed .

Atlas takes out the cigar with his two fingers, blowing out the smoke. He scratched his forehead closing his eyes.

He looks back at Fenrir.
"What if I just show you."

He gets up, presses the cigarette against the table, grabs his car keys and leaves being followed by Fenrir.

They climb down  two floors of the building finally reaching outside.
Fenrir stays close to him on the way to the car.  Atlas opens the door for Fenrir on the front seat next to him but before he sits, Atlas takes out a duffle bag which was occupying his spot.
He leaves it in the trunk while Fenrir was getting on.