Paul checked his pockets and around him - there was no weapon that he could use to defend himself in case there was an attack. While his mind was reeling with thoughts on what he was going to do should the situation become dangerous for him, Mr. Ferguson came out of his inner room and Paul had to blink a million times within a short time to get a grasp of the horror that he was seeing.Mr. Ferguson has a long chain tied to the neck of a young teenage boy. The boy’s limps were a deadly map of abuse and red marks of brutality were all over his body. The red scars on his body were so evident that there was barely any spot on his skin that was not contorted with the tragic painting of abuse.His limbs were a tragic show of suffering and his legs were enclosed in a deadly moist of blood. The teenage boy’s eyes were enclosed in an expression of unconsciousness as his lids were heavy with a tragic weight of fatigue.Paul jolted, his breath held up in a silent terror and his skin a deadly ca

“You are only concerned about protecting yourself, isn't it?” Paul queried. He was beginning to wonder how what was supposed to be a discussion about the contaminated products being held was turning into something else.“Okay, okay. I get it - you don't understand,” Mr. Ferguson said, gesturing to Paul that he should take it easy. “I would never have done anything to Benny. I never imagined in a thousand years that I would hurt a teenage boy like this but when someone close to me is involved, my anger is limitless.”“Someone close to you? Who was close to you that got hurt? Why would you then take it out on the poor boy,” Paul inquired, his face darting back and forth in confusion.“My daughter, damn it! Mr. Ferguson yelled, his voice a deadly rumble of anger. “My daughter has been missing for over 48 hours now and I don't know what to do. Benny caused it and that is why I was frustrated with him.”“Benny? You mean him?” Paul asked, pointing towards the young boy who had just been res

“Yes, boss. We received a sum of 40 million dollars in a gold card. We were told that the moment we withdraw the money, they will know and it will be assumed that we have accepted their offer. Then, they can come back and pass through the border.”Mr. Ferguson’s face was a desperate mask of anxiety and his hands wrung in a desperate twist of impatience. “And why didn't you take it?” Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing. He wrung his hands in an expression of gestures meant to ask Mr. Ferguson if he had gone out of his mind.The man at the other end of the phone call responded. “Errmm, Sir….I didn't know that we are now meant to take bribes.”“Damnit! F**king take the bribe. Call them, get through to them. Do whatever it takes!”Paul’s face was a silent storm of rage. If he didn't try to manage his temper, he would have interrupted the phone conversation. How would he just cower to their demands?“Sir, but—-”The man couldn't finish what he was going to say before Mr. Ferguson ye

“Haha, what do you think, Djene?” He turned to his male counterpart. “She reminds me of my ex-wife so much. She also had pretty eyes like her.”Djene also burst into laughter and there was an eruption of laughter between the two male kidnappers.Rosette’s jaw clenched and unclenched and her lips pressed into a purse of disapproval. She could tell that the useless men were trying to make fun of her. How disgraceful it was for adults to behave in such a perverted way? She thought. That was why she didn't like crowds or people - it was difficult knowing what to expect from people.Rosette tried to mask her true emotions of irritation though. The men were too scary-looking enough for her not to expect such kind of perversion from them anyway. She couldn't wait for them to say what they wanted. If it was money, she was sure that Mr. Ferguson would give them any amount they wanted. She just couldn't wait to leave the environment that was already choking her breath and contracting her lungs

“You know what?” Paul dared, his face firing up with malice. “I am going to walk over to Benny and pick him up. If he takes my hand, it means that he agrees to go with me and then we will be on our way. There is nothing you can do about it but I would never allow Benny to spend one more minute alone with you.”With Paul’s eyes blazing with a fiery and relentless will, he walked over to where Benny was and stretched his arm.Mr. Ferguson was fuming with rage as he watched Paul walk in a daring movement of authority. Did Paul really want to dare him? Did Paul really think that there was nothing he could do? Mr. Ferguson gritted his teeth and his eyes were rolling dangerously with a spin of danger.Benny’s gaze turned to Paul’s outstretched arm. Of course, he would rather go with Paul than spend one more minute with Mr. Ferguson. ‘Only God knows if I would even still be alive if Paul left the house without me,’ Benny thought.He had been praying in his mind that Paul was going to be tho