Everything inside of me was screaming to open the car door and jump out. The longer we drove the more the roads became uneven and fewer people we saw. It was turning night extremely fast and the tension in the car was thick. I don't know exactly where Matteo was taking me, but if he wanted to kill me then he might as well do it right now.
We made a couple of turns before we stopped in front of this rundown warehouse.
How cliche.
"Let's go." Matteo said getting out the car.
The driver opened the door for me and I got out and walked around the car. A group of men came out and began to talk to Matteo about only what in Italian. I leaned against the car and waited for them to acknowledge my presence but they never did. Matteo handed them his jacket and they all walked away leaving me there.
Well, I guess I'm going back to the car.
I tried to open the car door but the driver closed it back and just stared at me. "Well, okay 'den."
I turned around on my heel and followed behind the driver. We walked into the damp warehouse and I nearly vomited. I've smelled countless shitty, pissy, stink hallways in my days but this was different. I knew what death smelled like, and this was it.
The driver opened the door for me, and the smell intensified and nearly made me vomit, but the sight in front of me made me keen over. Blood, bodies, guns, it was like something out of a movie.
There was a dead man being held up by hooks coming through his hands while another man screams and yelling filled up the whole room as his eyeballs fell out.
