Make Em’ Wait
“Downtown” wasn’t anything like I’d expected. My teeth were sore from biting on the soaking wet gag in my mouth. The two behemoth-like men at my sides paraded me down the dark alley to a stray, rusty metal door that looked as if hell itself had came to visit. The beasts that surrounded me had faces like statues, but the rest of their body moved in a slow, pendulum motion in perfect sync, as if one of them was telepathically calling a cadence. The largest of the two, the one on my right, made a move towards the door, and as soon as he was close enough to lick the metal, a rectangular slit in the door creaked open. The giant leaned the smallest bit towards the slit, and whispered something to the figure inside. The slit shut with a bang, and behemoth number two walked back to my side. The two of them reached into their coat pockets, and revealed two long strips of zip ties. They tied my hands and feet together. Each had switchblades as well, in which after fastening the ties tight around my wrists, they cut off the ends of the excess plastic. The next thing I knew, I was hoisted into the air, and thrown into a dumpster near the metal door. I massive footsteps, and then knew I was being left to rot for who knows how long. My hands were losing feeling and growing slowly more tingly as the night went on. I could barely breath as the smell of week-old garbage filled my nostrils. I could feel my shoulder starting to buckle under my entire body. But, none of this mattered, as memories were continuously rushing through my head. The entire job was still a blur, but my head was spinning as I knew my life was at stake. In the morning, someone from that door would come for me. I knew who was inside: Rodney’s boys. They would each want a piece of me. Those guys are savages. They’re trophy hunters. This business is a game to them. I knew I was on their list. I had to escape…

