…I am woken as I am being dragged along the floor, my skin grazing painfully along the floor as whoever has a hold of me pulls me along behind them. The bag is still over my head. I am pulled to my feet now, they have a tight hold of my arms, I am likely to have bruising they are being that rough. Which sick bastards are these? And why? Are they trying to bribe Lachlan?
I am thrown onto a chair, ow! I moan in pain and I hear a chuckle. Whoever has me finds this amusing. They have a sick and twisted sense of humor. I didn’t get a look at them when they got hold of me, as they came at me from behind, and when they were in the car the windows were tinted, so I have no clue who it is. Not to mention, they put a bag over my head and then f*****g knocked me out! I wonder if it is a rival pack,
