Death was not terrifying, what was more terrifying was the process of waiting for death.
In a villa in the suburbs.
Two men sat on sofas facing each other, silently staring at the floor and not speaking. As though they were dead, their eyes were filled with agony. On the left was Warren Parkinson, and Caleb Nickleson was on the right. Six days had passed, and tomorrow would be the day of ‘punishment’ according to Thomas.
They had no idea what lay ahead of them, but they were certain they would be screwed anyway. They attempted everything they could to stay alive, but they could not. They considered hiring assassins, escaping in secret, plotting revenge, begging for mercy, and a lot of other options, but none of them would work.
The only thing that awaited them was the harsh reality.
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