CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

“Helppppp. Somebody, anybody. Ah! Uh! Please, I am too old for this”.

Don Michaelson was crying out for help. He was being beaten up by the two men assigned to his prison cell. They had started beating him up again, going at it for five minutes.

“Help!”.

He exclaimed again.

“Shut up! No one is coming. You are stuck in here with us and no one is coming to help you”.

One of the men said to him, as he kicks his stomach, while Michaelson was on the floor, struggling with his stomach and holding it, because of the pain, they had inflicted on him.

“Hey you, Michaelson, better prepare your mind ready for a court appearance next week. Hehehe. You will be going to jail real soon”.

Detective Harry said to him, laughing after he came to his cell, to say to him.

Roseline had called the detective earlier, to pass the message from Pedro, to him.

“Detective, I know you see what these men are doing to me. I also know Pedro set it all up and you are carrying out his orders, like a fucking puppe
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