I was stood on a rail road bridge, looking down into the blue rippling water twenty feet below. My wrist bound with a cord behind me. They had a rope tightly encircling my neck, allowing me no movement. A dark man, that appeared to me like a shadow walked up to where I was standing. “Well, well.....”, He began in a taunting voice, “Looks like you’re in a bit of a pickle”, his grin spread across his face as he raised his head to reveal emerald green eyes, though they made me sick as thought they were made of algae. My eyes narrowed to match his gaze and after a while I spoke out. “What do you want from me?” Just seconds after I had finished his fist shot into my stomach quicker than any bullet I had seen. His expression changed a hard smirk. “You owe us money; don’t act like you don’t know...” I couldn’t reply, my stomach exploded as if there was a firecracker inside, I groaned from the pain
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