78 #Revenge

I opened my eyes with a tripping pain in my head, feeling like a thousand tiny hammers were pounding against my skull. The pain was so intense that it made it difficult to focus on anything else.

I look around the space I am in the warehouse and notice the dimly lit surroundings, with dusty crates stacked high against the walls. The musty smell of old wood and metal fills the air, adding to my disorientation.

I tried to move my hands, but they were tied tightly behind my back, making me realize that I was bound and unable to escape.

"Don't try to move," a voice hissed from the shadows, sending a shiver down my spine. The realization that I was not alone in the warehouse only added to my growing sense of fear.

The man walked to light a cigarette, a smile creeping on his face as he revealed himself to be the one holding me captive. "You're not going anywhere," he said menacingly, the flickering flame of the lighter casting eerie shadows across his face.

"Kevin, let me go," I said, tryin