Simon stayed in the back of the auditorium as men & women stared and bided. Simon stay in the corner eyeing you. You were bounded on a stage in front of everyone.

Simon pulled up his balaclava only to expose his lips as he smoked his cigarette and held his glass of whiskey firmly. A smirk playing on his face.

“$100,000.” Simon’s voice was thick and so confident as the room grew quiet. Whispers were heard. You stood handcuffed by your keeper who was grinning sinister-like.