“WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?!”

You hear your bodyguard yell out while other people scream as he takes their lives in search of yours.

You can’t help but smirk, even in your battered state, ”.. Told you so ..” you say to your captors with a small chuckle. You’re still tied up to a chair, covered in your own blood with your clothes are torn.

You’d been warning them the entire time that they needed to let go of you before your guard finds them..

They didn’t listen..