/ FATHER /

i feel the hard floor on my back before i open my eyes.

it feels like a rope carrying a thousand bricks is tied to my head, dragging me along with each passing second i gain consciousness.

where am i?

recent events run through my mind, the black cars , the strange big men, the short older man.

the darkness..

they took me, where is Rage?

i can hear footsteps approaching, the darkness doesn't allow me to see anything. my hands are tied at the back and already cramping. the door opens with a screech and a strange stench follows behind whoever is walking through it.

"what is this place?" "what do you want from me?"

"hush now, you are alive" a deep italian accent is unmistakable. "shouldn't i get some thanking?"

"what do you want? where is Rage?" i ask him, my hands still tied, laying on the rough stone cold floor.

"you mean Ramon? oh he's ecstatic alright! but you darling, you are what i want now"

"who's Ramon? i don't know any..."