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"It's not in my dictionary, Mirza. Too bad,” Chase stared at another guard. “You- get me ropes from wherever you keep them. Get diesel and a lighter. My lighter is too precious to be used on cowards," The guard didn't move. Doing what Chase asked of him would lead to his death. Not doing it would also lead to his death. "Are you deaf?” Chase snarled at the guard. “Go get what I asked of you or get ready to join your friends," The man scurried away as well. Soon, he was back with ropes, a gallon of diesel and lighter in his hands, shaking like a chicken beaten by the rain. "Tie the five of them up,” He motioned towards the five men who assaulted Saige. “Tie them up!" The guard tied them up, ignoring their cries and pleadings. "Open the gallon and empty the diesel on them,” Chase ordered. When the man did so, Chase pointed at the lighter on the ground. “Pi
