Chapter 12. Mellow Fanning Lupin

A harsh ringing in my head says I’m fucked. Too fucked.

My back aches so bad, and where I’m lying on feels moist and hard, carrying a metallic musky smell that leaves me heady.

Opening my eyes, I find the place is dim and foggy. But it doesn’t mean I don’t see the little pools of water at different spots on the floor, which are probably from the drops leaking through the ceiling.

I try to sit up with a groan. Large space full of undecipherable stuff. Metals walls. Ceiling made of iron rods.

This is no other than a warehouse.

These bastards fucking brought me to another warehouse? What now? Will they dig my grave here and bury me alive? Or will they set the whole place on fire?

My escape is in front of me though—an ajar door letting in harsh sunlight. I could run and get away from all this. Who knows if this is my one chance to live.

I cough as I get to my feet, dragging the latter toward the entrance before something catches my att