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Mind game

Chapter 48

Mind game

Being on the whole screen of the TV in front made me look fun at things, I just prayed for Minho not to see the whole scene. He was confused as I didn't talk much and there was no hate inside of me or other materialistic things as other people might have, the fear of death or other things and it made me just look at him ridiculous as he took the knife out to make it more dramatic.

The eyes were relaxed, I could give him the whole damn show, I looked at the man as he was smirking to me.

-Let's play a little.

-Was it a question?

I joked as his reaction was instant the hard slap on the face, he made me feel it all way through.

I laughed out as he looked at me as there was no effect of the slap.

-Maybe u are a good professional but everyone are afraid of dying.

He said winking to me as the camera was still on and I was watching him move me closer to it. I tried to unlock the arms but they were tightly gripped, so any attempted failed.

Fuck, it's grinding in the skin.

I looked as he came closer to the face.

-Are u afraid to die?

-No.

I simply said ruining his plans to demand something from the police.

-He is, I demand the 10 bitcoins on the wallet on the screen from the police up to 23:00 and if later he will be dead.

-No need, I will be dead anyways.

I joked from behind as turned his head to me, the anger was eating him alive as I was just laughing at the situation.

-Then I may let him live, in other case it will slay the throat open right at 23.

He turned off the camera as I looked at he pathetic view of the man in mask.

-Done the show?

I asked as he sat on the box opposite.

-Motherfucker, u are spoiling the show for me.

-Oh, I thought the show was quite cheap.

I smiled as the other hard slap went on my face.

I coughed the blood out of the face as he took by the hair moving closer to me.

-U look like a smart man, why do u have to talk so much?

-I am not smart, it seems as I am here spending time with u.

He sat back leaving me alone but he was playing with black butterfly knife in his hands.

The black uniform looked firm on him but it looked like it was done for another person, I looked at the place for the name tag and it was missing, so he took it from other person, seems as the same heights as he was, brother, most likely.

-U brother, knows what are u doing?

I asked as he reflectively turned to me looking in the eyes.

-Stop reading me.

It's not the brother. He would react the other way. The uniform was a sniper for special forces and the people with skill could get there. So it was not his one, but rather best friend who died, most probably. Why would man go crazy like that?

-What's his name?

I asked a she turned to me ignoring the question.

-Where is u friend, now?