thing were a blur. First you were hit in the head, knocked out before waking up in a cold room. Your feet, hands and mouth tied up tightly—the stench of cigarettes flooded your nose, making you dizzy.

kidnapped. For the money. Now here you lay as a tall man watched you, flicking cigaret butts towards your face as they burnt and crumpled up around you.

if only Markus was payed, you would already be dead or sold off to some criminal. But for the time being, once he was payed for his hostage, he would let you free.