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We walked into the club and the lights were already gleeming through the darkness. It was so bright that if you looked at it long enough your eyes would soon start to ache and water.

"Man, what drink are you getting?" Max pulls me from my thoughts and takes a seat at the bar, I look at him and take a seat next to him. The chairs feel comfy enough.

"Um, anything you're having." I announce and a smirk appears on his face.

He whispers to the female bartender who begins to work on making us our drinks.

She hands them over and gives a sly wink at Max. I roll my eyes and take a sip of the drink.

"What is that?" The burning taste ran down my tongue, it was fire. The taste was so strong and almost unbearable.

"That's the best whiskey this country owns." He admits along with a slight chuckle. I begin to cough and Max glared at me with his eyes.

"It's okay." I admit and Max nearly throws himself off of his seat dramatically.

"Just, 'okay'?" He chuckles then adds, "Jayden likes it." I picture Jayden drinking the most disgusting drink, the way her throat could handle the firey taste that runs down it. I find myself smiling at the thought of her.

"You're thinking about her, aren't you?" Max nudges me and I chuckle at the truth. I look at him and smile, he smirks back at the thought and almost seems pleased with the answer I have provided.

"How are you anyway?" Max asks and raises his brow at me as he places the glass between his lips and takes a swing of his drink.

"Yeah I'm alright, things are much easier now." I admit and laugh along.

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We talk for awhile longer and Max is already enjoying himself as much as I thought he would, he begins to shuffle along with the third whiskey drink in his hand, he smiles at everyone and continues to dance closer to the half-dressed women.

The air was thining and was getting very warm, the amount of bodies in the club must've doubled from only a few hours ago. I needed fresh air.

I opened the back door and rested my back against the cold bricked wall, I took in a deep breath along the dark alley and took in all of the fresh air. It was cooling for my lungs and it made me feel so much more better.

"Elijah Johnson." I turned and saw someone wearing a black mask, I walked further away and attempted to open the door but I'm soon dragged and pushed to the other bricked wall.

"Who are you?" I announce and shove them back.

"You'll soon find out." He announces. I sigh and look at the masked up man.

"Look, I don't know what you want. But just let me get back inside the club." I state but he moves closer to the door.

"No, I don't think so." He chuckles and re-positions his pitch black jacket.

"I need to get back to a friend of mine–"

"–Max, is drugged. He won't be able to hear you, he's in the van, just like you'll be." His interruption makes my body go into shock. Goosebumps erupt on my skin as I feel the sudden tap on the shoulder from another masked man. He began to shove me against the wall which only made my blood boil.

I took him by the collar and threw him against the large bins outside of the door, the main masked man stares me down and looks behind me with a smile painted on his face. I turn and find another man.

I take in a deep breath and begin to raise my fists at him when one is soon launched at my face. My jaw clenches and I feel the blood trailing through my taste-buds as my teeth catch onto my tongue. I try and fight them off but it's no use, more and more men come and I'm becoming weak.

It almost seems like the main masked man has had enough, his fist collides with my face causing my eyes to close tightly as my body throws itself onto the floor. I couldn't get up, I was weaker than before.

The concrete floor was full of cracks, my blood was probably already trailing through it. The wet puddle is directly under my stomach causing the coldness to erupt to my skin. I try and open my eyes but the darkness soon encounters and soon my mind becomes blury and all a mess.

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My mind was all over the place, I could barely think straight. I opened up my eyes and could see blury dots covering my sight, I sighed and began to blink in hope the images I was facing were soon to disappear.

I opened my eyes and I could see clearly. I wasn't back at the mansion, that's for sure. I took in a deep breath to try and come to the conclusion of where I may be. I tried to move my hands but it was proven to be difficult when I felt the tight rope wrapped around my wrist. Attempting to wriggle my hands out didn't work to free them. They were stuck. I glanced down at my feet which were also in the same position as my wrists. I looked to my left and saw a metal roll up door, the only problem is that it was rolled all the way down, not allowing any light in at all.

It was dimly lit in this area, the only thing that was bright was the small lantern a few metres away from me. I sighed and tilted my head to the cleling to see the wooden texture above me.

My eyes were already rolling. I was tired and I had no idea what time it was, I couldn't even see my watch. It was even more frustrating when I couldn't use my other hand to move my sleeve out of the way. I sighed and closed my eyes for a few moments, before the smell of pure dampness erupted up my nostrils. I sigh once more and opened my eyes, almost forcing myself to stay awake. I relax my body but move my neck from left to right, but my eyes soon dart to my right when I listen to the sound of coughing.

"Max?" I whisper. I try and move my chair but it's no use, I can't move any part of my body and I could already feel the pins and needles roaming around in my body getting ready for me to struggle with movement... When I can.

I begin to huff and groan with frustration, my body is already riddled with annoyance and its about to get worse. I turn to my right again and watch as Max turns his head around. His face is pale, there is no colouration what so ever.

"Are you alright?" I ask but what comes next soon answers my question, the sick soon splashes on the floor on the other side of him, I was thankful that it wasn't aimed near me, otherwise I would've puked too.

A noise suddenly errupts through the whole place, I watch as the door rolls up and light is soon hitting our bodies as well as our weak eyes.

A dark figure appears and soon walks closer and closer towards us.