Bruises and Bitemarks

Chapter 28

My heart was beating steadily as I stood there, on the dark hallway of the warehouse. I knew that only one door separated me from whatever was in there, or more like whoever. I could hear voices, but none of them was Eric's. It sounded like two men were having a chat, but I didn't leave yet. Ramsey couldn't have just sent me that text for funsies. Something was up, and I had to find out what, but I didn't want to risk going into the actual hall, so I leaned against the door, eavesdropping for about 5 minutes now.

„What's wrong with him really? He should be dead by now... " a deep, raspy voice said seemingly annoyed.

„I don't know, but I say we wait. He seems barely alive." the other one retorted.

„We could just shoot him. I've had enough of this asshole anyway"

Silence for a while and the only thing significant to hear was my own breathing.

„Orders are orders. You know he said he has to die slowly" a sigh came as an answer and I decided I will leave if Eric doesn't show up in the next minutes.

Just as I thought that I heard a burst of oddly familiar, but pained laughter. It was dry, and I could tell the man letting it out was in utter agony.

„I want to make a call" I froze when I recognized the exhausted voice of Eric. Were... are they...

They will kill Eric.

„You wanna call your mommy?" one mocked.

„Ey, dude that was brutal!" the other one snickered, and my fingers curled into a fist... I could only imagine how Eric felt after that comment.

„I'll tell you the number, call it for me."  ignoring their mockery, he kept repeating it "I need... I need to make a call.

"You don't get to have a last wish, sicko" the man barked at him angrily. 

"I want...to make... a call" Eric's voice got weaker with each word, but nonetheless he was pretty persistent about contacting that certain person.

"Oh god, just give him that stupid phone."

A long silence came.

At this point, I already had a terrible feeling creeping up on my shoulders, because a little bird somehow suggested to me, that the person Eric would call before he dies is... me.

And my phone was...

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNG

In my back pocket.

I started to back out, making a run for it before they could come for me, but my face hit something firm and huge. I looked up to find a bald mountain-like guy in front of me, with an evil grin on his face. He grabbed my arm and he opened the door, dragging me into the room.

"Look what I've found"

„I have STD, just saying" I whined, trying to get away from him, but it was no use. He was pulling me into the centre of the huge hall. The whole room was empty, except for a chair, which Eric was seated and tied to. His head lifelessly hung from his neck, but when he glanced up at me I could see panic rushing through him, which now made the two of us.

His face was... utterly white. He looked seriously ill, and there was a lot of blood on his face, especially under his eyes and mouth. His irises were almost white, shining in a dead, silver colour as if they lost all sense of shade.

I didn't have much time to stare at him, since the guy who dragged me in, lifted my head to face the other two, who by the way looked kinda like the one behind me.