Lynn
The rusty hinges of the old metallic door wheezed again and the door flung open, first it was some fresh air that came in then my host, a giant man in a helmet that covered his entire face came in, leaned on the door in silence, hard to tell if he was looking at me or not due to the tinted cover of his helmet. Earlier on he had brought me a tissue and a basket, for those who have never been held hostage, that was my toilet. He was also kind enough to bring a jug of water and some food-milk and two slices of bread. After eating I had taken a piss and went back to lying on the bed, wondering why the hell they were holding me if it's not ransom they wanted.
"I want us to talk, to negotiate the terms of your release" He said in his usual distorted voice. A coward, scared to face me like
