I woke up gradually.

Bit by bit, my five senses started to wake up and get to work. Ughh, my head hurt so much! It was throbbing away at my ears, and I also noticed that it was bandaged up. How did this happen to me?

Oh yes, it was all coming back to me now. The last thing I remembered before being knocked out was the young killer, hitting me in the head with the metal rod. That explained all the pain.

Where was I? I slowly opened my eyes to reveal that I was in a small room. A cell, more like. I then almost vomited after smelling the horrible stench that was in the air. It smelled of dated guacamole mixed in with squishy horse dung. Bleurgh!

After several failed attempts to stay conscious, I finally tried to stand up.

I couldn't.

What had they done to my body? I felt awful, because I couldn't move, stand up or even stay awake. I was extremely dizzy, and even though I pushed and pulled and struggled to get free, there was no success. That's when I realized I was tied to a chair, the ropes secured ever so tightly. Goodness, it had taken me that long to figure it out! I couldn't even think straight.

This was torture, absolute madness. I had just done the right thing, like anyone else would do! It was normal that I had gone to the police station to report the murder. Did those criminal or assasins really trust me to do otherwise? And now, as a result, I had ended up in what seemed like a little prison of their own.

I didn't deserve this, for goodness sake! I was just an innocent young man. Who knows what they were going to do with me next? I doubted very much that they would let me off so easily a second time. In fact, I was probably just going to end up like George, killed by a dangerous group of assasins, only for different reasons. I couldn't bare it anymore, and so I started to weap and curse the criminals for even existing. Sure, it was a sign of weakness, but I didn't care anymore. I just didn't care.

***

Hours passed. Or at least I thought they were hours, for I had no way of telling the time because I lost my wristwatch trying to get away from the bald man. Or should I say the bald killer.

I was starting to get convinced that no-one would ever come and that I was going to rot in the cell until I died, when all of a sudden I heard the sound of the metal door in front of me being unlocked. A few seconds later, it opened and in came three men. They were very well-built and looked super strong, basically not the type of people you would want to start a fight with. I actually recognized one of them; It was baldie, from the police station.

By now I was wide awake again, and even felt a little nervous, because I didn't know what exactly they had come to do. An interrogation? A session of torture? Goodness, I hoped not.

Baldie was the first one to speak.

"Well, look who it is" he said with an evil chuckle "The little lier, if I remember correctly."

"Eeh,.. hi?" I said.

It sounded extremely out of place. I couldn't have said something more stupid. One of the men even frowned, as if not believing what I had just said.

"Ok, kid-" started Baldie.

"Sorry, but just before you start into a speech" I interrupted "I just want to say that I'm innocent, I didn't do anything wrong,... okay fine, maybe I shouldn't have eavesdropped on one of your conversations, but it was an absolute coincidence that I found one of your men on the street. I mean, you are all mistaken. I didn't deserve any of this! Now, please can I leave now?"

The three men just stared at me with complete misbelief. Suddenly, Baldie took a ferocious step forward, grabbed me by my t-shirt and muttered into my ear:

"Never insult me, never say that I'm mistaken and NEVER interrupt me while I am talking to you! Am I clear?"

"Y...y...yes" I managed to say, while trembling as if I was experiencing an earthquake.

"Good" he whispered back into my ear.

And then, letting me go, he stood up straight again.

"Now" he said "The boss calls for you, so we are going to escort you to him inmediately."

"The boss?" I thought to myself. Actually, it made complete sense. Almost every criminal group had a leader. The only problem was that he or she was normally the most ferocious and professional person in the organization. The thought creeped me out, for I didn't think I was ready to face yet another criminal that day. But there was nothing I could do to stop these maniacs, so I would just have to do what they said.

Suddenly, Baldie pulled out his revolver, which took me by surprise because I knew that they all were perfectly safe in their base, hidden from the police, underground or something. Who knows where I was.

But then he pointed it straight at me.

"No tricks" he said seriously.

I almost laughed. Did they really think that I was the mastermind that could fight and escape from them without getting killed? Goodness, I was just eighteen. They were maybe more light-headed than I thought.

"C'mon" said one of the other men. "The boss is waiting."

They then untied me from the chair and brought me outside the little room. There was one man in front of me and one behind, while Baldie kept his gun drawn, pointed at my head. Phew! Security level 100.