TMUW 90: Helpless

I woke up feeling like I was running out of air. I struggled to free myself from Haze’s tight grip around my neck. My hands were tied, so no matter how much I wanted to remove his hands from my throat, I couldn’t. My feet were also bound to the chair.

I coughed as he released my neck.

“I’ve been trying to wake you up for a while now,” he said angrily.

I looked at him with sharp eyes. Armed men surrounded me. My situation was the same as when I first fell into Haze’s hands. They were smiling at me like demons who was ready to kill.

I groaned in pain when Haze kicked the chair I was sitting in, causing me to fall to the cement floor.

"Eat," he ordered, kicking the slop of what looked like pig food in front of me. The placement was haphazard, and even the container was dirty.

"I'd rather die than eat the food you're giving me—"

Before I could finish, he pointed his gun at me. I swallowed hard in fear and lowered my head.

"Go ahead, pull the trigger. It won’t make a differ