WORRIED

Elijah streamlined his gaze on the short scrawny one as he stepped away to pick the call. Elijah’s mind rendered a dozen of possible imagery on the identity of the man speaking to his captors. He fixed his eyes sternly, observing the reaction, tone and nature of the conversation the short scrawny one had with his so-called owner.

“You seem to be the strongest here, don’t you?” Elijah said, returning his attention to the big bearded guy that bruised his face, and then, bounced his gaze on the one making the call.

“Shut up!” the huge bearded guy returned Elijah’s mood for a chit chat with a scold, however, Elijah’s persistence was something he failed to have noticed.

Elijah spat on the floor, sitting on the floor helplessly, trying to adjust his itching hand from being tied up, “You’ve got strong hands and a firm grip, I would have loved it if you were the one calling the shot.”

“I asked you to shut up,” the huge guy flared up, and gagged Eijah’s mouth with a piece of
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