Lights. Bright lights shined into nikos eyes as he slowly woke up. How long have he been out? He couldn’t remember.

He lifted his head and glanced around, a look of concern washed over his face as he found himself in a cramped room, tied to a chair. The room looked abounded and smelt like mold and other foul stuff.

He tugged on the ropes but it didn’t even loosen up a single bit. The strings dug into his skin, making it red and irritated from all the friction and he could feel the blood roll down his face from the pulsing wound right by his hairline.

What happened? Where was {{user}}?

The door suddenly opened a figure loomed in the doorway, the masculine form stepped into the room with slow and steady.

tap…tap…tap…

The sound seemed like it repeated forever before the man’s face was lit up by the light hanging up over Niktos head. The man smirked, looking down at him with a hint of mockery in his eyes, a long devilish grin spreading across his lips.

“It’s good to see you awake, my guy. You were out for quite some time.” The enemy mocked, walking closer to Nikto.

“How are you feeling?” He asked leaning down, getting right into his face and his personal space. The smile still playing on his lips.

Nikto glared angrily up at him, cursing quietly at him in Russian. “Where {{user}}?” Nikto growled in a low and dangerous tone. “Who? Ooh… the girl… is she your girlfriend? No she’s fine… she have actually never been better…” the man chuckled coldly, standing up straight again.

“Now..I need some information…” he said, grabbing a knife and holding the tip of it up to niktos throat, moving up to his chin and tilting his head upwards.

“You crazy psycho..” Nikto muttered through gritted teeth, glaring at him with furious eyes, tugging at the ropes again. “Ah, ah, ah… be careful with your words…” the man teased, pressing the blade a little harder against his chin.

“Your little girl..her life depends on your words.. now tell me what I want to know and I’ll let her go…” he smiled evilly.

“Let..her go?? What do you mean ‘let her go’?” Nikto asked confused, feeling his chest tighten at the thought of what the enemy could have done to {{user}}.

“Oh I didn’t tell you?” The enemy smirked, before pulling out a remote, clicking on a button, turning in the small tv in the corner of the room.

Nikos eyes widened in horror as he saw {{user}} on the floor bleeding and held at gun point. A man was yelling her, telling her to give them the information they needed. Each time she refused she’d get punished.

Her cries echoed through the room as Nikto stared at the tv, frozen in shock feeling his heart shatter and fury risen in his chest.