Another Celen Down

Two

The room is dark, the only light is coming from a high window.

I'm tied to a hard metal chair.

I try to struggle free but the knots are tight.

There is a gag in my mouth cutting into my lips.

My throat was dry.

Need.

Water.

My stomach growls.

I have no idea how long I was out. No idea what time it is.

•••

I've been here for what felt like forever.

A bright overhead light comes on.

I look around the room, a large warehouse.

There are dismantled machine parts littering the floor.

In the far corner I see a man.

He comes toward me.

He is tall, his face covered in stubble.

"Well, well, well what do we have here?"

I try to ask where I am, but i forgot the gag so it comes out as mumbling.

"Oh my apologies for that." he came over and untied the cloth.

I take a deep breath, " where am I and who are you?"

"A good question my dear."

He is so arrogant.

He leans against a beam that led up to the roof " you will call me Phillip and you are in my little place. It has a lovely meth lab, a beautiful collection of sports cars my people have obtained as well as many other things from all over the world."

" So your like a drug lord?"

"I guess that's one way to put it."