rests his hand on his gun holster.
“Now, now fellas! Let’s not get off on the wrong foot!” Ian
says quickly trying to defuse the tension.
“Ian, I don’t like being made out to be a fool! You want to
keep that one, then fine! But I expect to have a total of
10.”the bald man says, his eyes narrowing.
Ian’s smile disappears as he watches the bald man’s hand
flexed on the butt of his gun, as he walks towards me with a
smirk on his face. He knows that this situation can quickly
spiral out of control
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Suddenly, a sharp pain shoots through my scalp as the bald
man grabs me by my hair. Screaming, I try kicking him
anywhere that will get me out of his grip, but his hold is so
tight that I can’t get free without losing my scalp too. The
other men laugh at me as I struggle. I can’t believe they are
laughing at me, I think to myself. They all deserve to die.
“This one's a fighter, so I thought I would save you the
trouble,” Ian says with a smirk.
“Well, some of my clients like fighters,” the bald man
replies , coolly before letting go of my hair.
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“No!” I scream before I am silenced by Ian slapping me
across the face. I’m just lucky it wasn’t his fist.
The bald man turns to leave with his entourage, warning
Ian that they have two weeks to get another girl or he will
come back for his money - or take me as payment instead.
As soon as they were out of sight, Joseph comes barreling
into the room.
“It’s Marco!” he yells to Ian urgently.