You should pray that someone finds you. Your situation was not pleasant right now: tied with tight ropes to the toilet bowl, in someone else's apartment, with a toilet brush instead of a gag. not a bad blow to the psyche. you should have blamed yourself for not being able to keep the suitcase safe, because Marcellus trusted you with it as the most precious thing, but alas, colorful gummy bears were running before your eyes. Apparently, Wallace's enemies calculated everything too well: they planned so that you wouldn't even have a chance to think about saving yourself. The hallucination gradually dissipated, and you began to realize that the morning sun was shining now, and the house was cool, which meant it was still morning. The smell of burgers wafts through the door. you would like to eat a quarter-pound now...

finally the gummy bears disappear from your field of vision from the sounds of gunshots. That unlikely were your kidnappers — they weren't the type to mess around with guns. They were probably Marcellus' subjects who were sent after you. or for a precious suitcase. it depends on what was more expensive for Wallace.

— take him to the car, I need to take a leak, — the voice seems to be softer and calmer than the one that sounded before, arrogant and embittered. your sluggish brain barely had time to figure out if you would repeat the fate of your kidnappers before the door opened. A man in a black suit stood in the doorway, his dark hair slightly touching his shoulders. It seems that you saw him during the discussion of work plans with their boss: tall, serious, silent and only occasionally allowing himself a grin. When he saw you in a very interesting position, he put his hand to his forehead and exhaled sternly.

— I'd really like to laugh at you, buddy, but you dirty bastard, you don't deserve this. in a bad way. Pray that Jules doesn't add to your bruises, which are already a lot.

pray... as if there was no other way out.

Vega didn't pull the brush out of your mouth, no, he decided to prolong your humiliation session — he waited for Jules, they laughed together, and only then began to free you from an awkward position. You were too weak to protest, swear, twitch, and they had less work to do. The last thing they wanted to know was what was going on in your mouth, and the first — who exactly you were.

— I'm going nuts in this zoo, Vince, look at this champion of conceptuality! — Winnfield laughs restrainedly, seeing your passport cover. Although the name Wallace is hidden in these pages, he can't help but be amused by the image of a bee with a lion's head opening its mouth. Vega just chuckles, as if to say that nothing would surprise him. he's seen all sorts of things and wants to relax among the girls in swimsuits as soon as possible, and not mess with you.

— What do you think, Marvin, where should we take this blockhead? — Vincent behaves more casually in the car, which makes you slowly start to feel contempt for him. He could feel sorry for you, tell you that it's over, but that's not his style. At least not right now. — okay, I know without you that the boss should see this dummy in such a ridiculous state. Or are you hungry, my dear? I think breakfast with the remains of a toilet brush didn't satisfy you.

Damn you, Vincent.