I was somewhere I had no business being, doing something that I shouldn’t, when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Four of the biggest guys I’ve ever seen with the blackest of suits escorted me inside.
They pointed towards a door. No-one said a word.
I didn’t think about running, my legs had turned to stone.
Two were behind me and two in front.
One went in and the others moved closer to me. It was weird but all I could think of was ‘Aramis!’
It was overpowering.
The guy came and nodded. I was ushered in. They stood behind me.
The room was bright, very bright. A girl, maybe in her early twenties was lying on a table and there was a man fucking her. Her head rolled as he thrust, her eyes rolled too.
He looked up and stared at me. I didn’t know who he was. I was thankful for that.
He continued with the girl, never taking his eyes off of me. He quickened for a few seconds and then stopped.
The silence was the most unnerving thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. I felt the breath of the men on my neck.
There was still no coherence from the girl.
The guy moved away from her, he still had an erection and he walked over to where his jacket was. He took out a razor and opened it. The handle sparkled and the blade shone. I flinched as I thought he was coming for me. The man nodded and the other guys shuffled forward towards the girl, I had no choice but to go with them.
He very gently stroked her hair and kissed her.
He cut her throat.
I screamed as the blood spurted. I tried to rub it from my face. The suits moved away from me.
He entered her again and grinned.
“Live with this and live. Speak of it and die.”
They pushed me out the door.