Salvatore

“Wake up, buddy!”

SPLASH!

Salvatore woke up startled by a man voice and shivering at the cold water that was splashed onto his head. The water dripped down his body as his teeth chattered at the water's coldness.

'It’s as cold as fucking ice!'

He opened his busted eyelid with force and try to stand up and failed. He looked around and found that his hands and legs were tied to a chair.

A hanging lamp above his head and he noticed how dry the place are.

'Fuck! I must’ve been held in a fucking basement.'

The thing with a dry place is that you feel like you can’t breathe properly and you feel suffocated. It makes you want to run outside where, there is fresh air everywhere, and you can breathe without feeling suffocated.

“I asked you a fucking question!”

Sal groaned when the man in front of him, Keith, he guessed, punched his face.

“Who sent you?”

Sal looked at him and smirked, “You’ll be terrified if you know...buddy...” he said, provoking him.