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“Shut him up” Our captor deive Johnny a blow to the head

“Stop!” I shout, the words leave ly It seems he had all the power in this room

“I h he doesn’t look at all bothered by the situation

The bigger rabs the roll of duct tape and covers Johnny’s mouth with a strip

“Ti a hand to help h I didn’t think I had much of an option here

I’m pretty sure if I say no he’ll just kill us

His smirk is back It seems like he’s happy to talk to me, but when it co keeping us alive right now, I need to play his game and win

He leadsfor ive and when to fight

I steel my spine and try to put on a neutral face

He rabbing a pricey bottle of whiskey Not quite ht hard liquor He grabs t ball glasses and sets them on the bar in front of me

“Drink?” he asks, lifting the bottle slightly

“No, thanks”

“Whiskey it is then” He fills both glasses with two fingers' worth of the amber liquid

Note to self, my answers don’t matter here

“Saluti,” he says, raising the glasses, his eyes locked onfor me to join him