"I don't believe you."
"And you probably shouldn't, but I'm telling the truth."
"Why would you help me?"
"I'm not helping you. I'm helping me. If anything happens to you before that buyer arrives, the boss man will have me killed, and I kind of like living."
I did too, which was why I didn't trust him.
"Will you come quietly if I release you?" the guy asked. "If you don't, they are just going to shoot you up with more of that puffer fish shit, and I don't think you want that."
"I want to go home."
"You and I both know that's not going to happen. The only thing you can do is make the best of your situation."
Fuck that!
I wasn't making the best of anything.
As soon as my other wrist was free, I started hitting out at the black-haired man. I felt one punch connect before I was swung around and driven onto my stomach on the floor. My hands were grabbed and pulled around behind my back, handcuffed.
I growled as I struggled to get free. My growl turned to a whimper when I felt a prick of pain in my arm and my body went lax without my permission.
"I'm sorry I had to do that, but you left me no choice."
"Li…ar."
The guy didn't say anything. He just picked me up and carried me out of the room and down a long hallway. I did notice that the walls went from cement to cream-colored. I don't know why I noticed that, but I did. The ceiling was painted as well.
The guard carried me into a small room and laid me down on something soft before pulling a blanket up over me. He sighed heavily as he stared down at me.
"This is going to go a lot easier for you if you stop fighting it. The boss man will get what he wants, and there is nothing you can do to stop that from happening."
The guard walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him. I heard the lock turn a moment later. I huffed as I stared up at the ceiling, unable to move a single muscle.
This sucked.
"Ian?"
"I'm here, Kaito."
"They shot me up with that damn drug again. I can't move a muscle."
My cat was pissed.
Loopy, but pissed.
My fingers were starting to go numb.
I tried not to let my growing despair lace my voice when I said, "It would really great if you guys could get here soon. I really want to go home."
I don't think I was successful.
"I know, Kaito," Ian replied in a soothing tone. "And we're coming. I swear. Just hang in there."
I wished I could believe him, but my faith in being rescued was dwindling by the second. Despite the clues I'd been able to give my friends, I knew they didn't have much to go on. I could be anywhere. I didn't have a clue.
None of us did.
