Sixteen

I was surprised to open the door, even though I wanted to look behind me, I couldn’t. Who are they? In the heavy footsteps, three men entered the room. I could not understand what they were saying.

I looked at the three in front of the corpse, they were talking, and in one’s voice, it was angry as if he was going to do something he didn’t want to do. The three were wearing black leather jackets and jeans, with a red hood on the head, another tied up its long curly hair, and the other had a large tattoo on the face of a tiger. The two were tall and massive. Only one was black African, and two were Italian

They talked for a few minutes before the black African looked at me and motioned for one to approach me. What will they do? I felt like an innocent child staring at them as the two of them came to me.

"We will tie you to get you out here, bring you to another place, the boss said," said the man with the tattoo on his face.

"Just don't do anything. You can't escape us. Just follow what