Bow Before Him

"That, my friend, is what I mean when I told you about the only way we could see the outside world." Luciana pointed a finger outside the holding cell.

Four humongous half-naked men with six-pack abs were approaching in our direction. All of them were holding a rifle in their hands and walked in communion.

Their faces were fucking serious as if smiling is not part of their daily lives. On top of that, their eyes were sharp, looking in our direction.

And from the way I could sense it, they are not here to make friends with me.

The dimly lit holding cell echoed with hushed whispers as Luciana and I leaned closer to each other, trying to make sense of the situation.

Gazing through the iron bars, we observed the intimidating figures who had just appeared, their eyes scanning the prisoners with an eerie intensity.

Curiosity brimming in my voice, I turned to Luciana and asked, "Who are they, Luciana? Where did they come from?"

Luciana's lips barely moved as