Chuck awoke with a sharp stabbing cramp in his leg. He screamed in agony. He opened his hands to grab a fistful of covers, but instead felt only cement, and he heard the raspy screech of metal links being dragged across the concrete. Then he sat up to feel the cuffs around his wrists. The room was completely black but Chuck could just make out the sound of footsteps. It seemed to be a small man; the sound of each step faded as suddenly as it began without reverberating against the cold walls. The footsteps stopped and chuck heard the jingle of keys as a door swing open, blinding chuck in a flash of light.
It was the man that Chuck had met at the church. " You did not open the envelope I take it," the man said. Chuck was relieved to find it in his back pocket.
"Open it," he continued. Inside the envelope was a small piece of paper with the words "Kill the occupant of suite number 187" and the key to the handcuffs. Chuck looked back towards the door but the man had disappeared.
It was the man that Chuck had met at the church. " You did not open the envelope I take it," the man said. Chuck was relieved to find it in his back pocket.
"Open it," he continued. Inside the envelope was a small piece of paper with the words "Kill the occupant of suite number 187" and the key to the handcuffs. Chuck looked back towards the door but the man had disappeared.
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