Lies And Their Side Effects.

Darkness

Nick awakens, sputtering. Sniffing a bit, he realises he's wet. The three stooges must've tried to wake him with water. Idiots. He motions to move his wet hair from his face but is stopped abruptly by a force on his wrist and the clinking of metal. Chains. Testing them reveals they're  steel through and through judging by how they reverberate and sound. "Ah! Our guest is awake!" Micheal exclaims behind him. Nick rolls his eyes. "Any other quotes from a '80s movie you want to use like they're your own?" Micheal laughs. "I like your spunk. Really, I do. But the problem with spunk is...it can get you in trouble."
"Really? Well if I find anyone I can't deal with, I'll bear that in mind."
Micheal goes behind Nick and leaves his sightline. "You know what I like about you, Mr.Edson? I like how you assume you can't handle us."
"Yeah? Give me one reason why I couldn't." Without warning, Micheal moves back to face Nick, pulling a pistol out from his pocket. An M1911. "You some of a.. that's mine."
Micheal pulls back the slide and aims it low. "You wanted a reason, Mr. Edson. Here's a reason." He pulls the trigger and shoots Nick right in the leg. Bone and blood flies everywhere. "A curious thing, hollowpoints. They can take a relatively low damage gun, and make it destroy whatever it hits." Micheal pulls up Nick's head. "We are going to have a good time, Mr. Edson." He stands up and walks away. "A very good time, indeed."