All for you

Chapter 2

My head hurts like the worst headache you have ever had multiplied by 10. My body ached like I had been working out for days on end and I wheezed like I'd been smoking my whole life. I could barely breathe or move but I was alive. Maybe only just, but I was.

I had only opened my eyes. I started methodically checking my body starting at the bottom. I gently wriggled my toes and started moving up my body. Ankles, knees, hips. Wriggled my fingers, wrists, elbows and shoulders before all I had left was my torso and chest. I was nervous to move in case I had hurt my neck or back. I didn't want to make it worse.

I lay on my back breathing deeply. I was in a gloomy room. Dust everywhere and it smelt horrible. Musty and like something had died in there. It was so bad. The smell was not helping my breathing. A tiny opening was on one side of the room. It was the only natural lighting in the room. The walls were grey and a large metal- looking door was placed on the opposite side to the tiny window.

While I am trying to catch my breath, I can hear footsteps approaching. As fast as I can (which really is quite slow), I sit up and back myself under the window.

The door creaks open disturbing yet more dust and in walks a young but rough looking guy. He has short, dirty blonde hair, multiple scratches on his face and neck. He has a stocky build, wears a dirty grey singlet, black jeans and work boots that click with every step he takes.

He walks into the room not saying anything and squats in front of me squinting. His face is brightly lit by the light shining through the tiny window. He licks his bottom lip and his eyebrows narrow.

"Where's the money?" he asks calmly. I keep my head looking at his feet and I pick at the sides of my fingernails.

"Where is the money?" His voice becomes slightly more demanding. I stay silent still.
"You know we haven't even started to fuck you up yet."

I slowly look up at his face staring him in the eye. "I don't have it". I return to staring at his shoes.

He stands up stroking his chin and turning to face the door. He turns back around to face me, paces over quickly and kicks me hard in my stomach. I double over in pain.

"There's more of that coming if you don't answer the question. Where.. is the fucking money." His tone becomes agitated and aggressive.

I continue to stare at the ground shaking my head slightly. "No money."

He paces quickly towards me again and kicks me hard again. He storms off opening the door and then slamming it shut.

My stomach aches like nothing before. I was worried that it may have caused internal bleeding so I sit quietly doing as little as I can to conserve my energy. With nothing else to do, I fall asleep only to be woken a short time later but the door creaking open once again.

In walks four men in a square formation. The man standing front left is a tall, skinny man with tan coloured skin and another man standing behind that look similar. Front right and slightly behind front left is the same guy in before. White, stocky and dirty looking guy. The final guy is a young, short Asian in appearance man.

The tan front man steps forward entering the patch of light from the tiny window. I notice only then that he is holding a large gun; I'd say semi automatic. He steps forward again and at this point he is only half a metre from me.

"I asked Alex to talk to you about the money and he told me that you don't have it. Now I don't believe him so I want to hear it for myself. Where is the money?"

He stared straight faced at me. He has a South American accent on certain words when he speaks.

"Well Alex heard right and so did you. I do not have the money."
I spoke every word slowly and clearly wondering if maybe they didn't correctly hear me or something.

"Well Alex, you didn't do a very good job then did you?"
He turns grinning to to the white guy now standing firmly but scared.
"Ah no sir, obviously not." Alex replied.

"Incomplete work is not an option around here."
He swiftly looks back at Alex and a loud round of bangs echo through the room and Alex falls to the ground and into a growing pool of blood.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I quietly whispered to myself but the man at the front hears.

"I won't have to do that to you if you just tell me where the money is."
He pauses pointing his gun in my direction.
"The only difference will be that your death will be much slower and much more painful."

He begins to walk out the door and the other men lead the way. The man stands in the door, gun in one hand and handle in the other.
"Oh, so sorry! Where are my manners? I'm Nico."
He smiles widely, bows and slams the door shut walking away whistling a sweet sounding tune.