Chapter Fourteen- Smooth like Butter

"Please. I am begging you. You have to let me go, I have a wife and kids waiting for me back home. I do not have what you want, you have to believe me. I am an honest man."

Dad? Why is he begging? And why am I in this tunnel?

It is dark and slimy so I am assuming it is a sewer, but when did I get here?

" Shut up old man. We know that you have what we want. And we are going to get it out of you one way or another. Now tell us why you were at the drop off location spying on us from the hills. Or say goodbye to your precious index finger.", a man says, his voice is so cold it sends shivers down my spine.

I can't let him hurt my dad. And with that in mind I move ahead towards the voices, against my better judgment.

There on the floor, my father sits in a pool of what seems to be his own blood. Blood drips down his busted cheek and lip. His hands is tied behind his back, and his legs in an awkward position.