One by one, they wrestled us to the floor. Well, it wasn't really much of a wrestle. We were clearly no match for them. A punch from one of them will be able to knock the living day-lights out of anyone of us. The three of us were stood side by side, arms at the ready, but we had completely no chance. They got us surrounded.
Yet the most worrisome thing wasn't them, it was how they found us. I didn't have much time to think before a few punches and everything was a blur...
When I came to, all three of us were on the floor, mouths gagged, of a hut. The thing that most likely have woke me was the smell. The smell slapped me straight in the face. It smelt like dead carcasses, rotting in a corner. They must have slung us to this place when we were unconscious. I could hear mutterings of different languages all around me. Were these people police or kidnappers? The place was dark and I could only make out a few figures. I looked around and saw that we were in a house. It was in a mess. Chairs were all over the place and the place felt damp.
Just then, a man came out from the darkness and pushed a table forward so that the table was just in between us and him. He slammed the table with his hand and the sound echoed, making it sound tenfold.
"Where are the goods?" he boomed. We stared blankly at each other. He shouted louder, "WHERE ARE THE GOODS?"
"I don't know what you are talking about," I said. The man muttered something and then boomed, "Which one of you is Mr David?"
"None of us are," I replied, still unsure with what is happening. The man, furious, turned around and muttered to someone at the back. He raised a threatening finger at us and said,"We would find out sooner or later. You just wait and see." With that, he backed into the darkness, slammed the table once more and flipped it, making it do cartwheels before crash landing. I had a weird feeling that we would not get a chance to see sunlight again.
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