Pain (Not Done Yet, give me time)

He messed with the wrong group, now he is going to pay dearly

" Wake-y,wake-y"

I groaned as my eyes slowly opened, beginning to scan the room. It was dark except where I was sitting, a spotlight beamed down on me, and a tray with an assortment of utensils. Looking around, I could not locate the source of the voice, but then a heavy breath went down my neck.

" Somebody owes us a lot of money, doesn't he? Didn't think we notice?"

A chill went up spine at who the owner of that voice was. I thought I had pay two days ago, why was I here. Struggling to rise from my uncomfortable sitting posture that was due to a bar running between my legs, I was yanked back by the binding ropes, scrapping my arms and chest, and shooting a pinching pain throughout my mid-section.

I yelled for help, only to be muffled by the gag shoved in my mouth.

" Awww, look at this pathetic piece of wasted life. I can't believe we let little shits like you breath our air. But... then how would I ever get the money I want?"