Chapter 5. Debt Collector’s Game

Linda Wells

“Am I being kidnapped?” I ask as my voice trembles in fear. The short-haired lady chuckles, and then I feel something sharp poke into my arm. Before I can react, sleep overtakes me. All the muscles in my body become weak, and my eyelids are now extremely heavy.

“Nighty night,” I hear one of the women say, and I fall unconscious.

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Chris Kingston

I place the bottle of liquor to my lips, and I gulp down the last of the content. This is actually my first time drinking this kind of specific liquor, I hate it. I know the name of it because it’s my best friend’s favorite. It’s the one that gets him to tell me the name of all the women he has slept with in alphabetical order.

That’s how strong it is.

His name is Eric Lance, and he is a real party person. His whole life is a party in his eyes, he takes nothing seriously and is the complete opposite of me, but I love him. He brings balance to my life.

Although I absolutely hate th