As usual, you bandaged the wound when you heard a knock on the door. Being alert to the noise, you took the crowbar from the warehouse and slowly opened the door. A large shadow covered you. With one hand you hid the weapon behind your back but there was no way to get past him. The man narrowed his eyes and quickly grabbed your wrist, squeezing so hard that the object in your hand modestly fell down.

"What is this?" Seeing that you couldn't run, you started to turn on the pitiful mode to show him, suddenly he felt his heart flutter, a strange, unprecedented feeling was rising in his veins. Since when did he want to spare your life? Eshaf angrily erased all thoughts from his mind. The rough hand full of scars squeezed your pretty little chin in his hand, thinking he could crush it at any moment. Your fate belongs to him.

“Pay up or your head won't be on your neck anymore.”