(Castheophy's POV) The last thing I remembered was the cold end of the barrel, where Jaiden and I were staring. After that, a powerful image of a blow to the nape knocked me over. Pagdilat ng mga mata ko, alam kong hindi na ako nasa kalye. It was dark, but it didnβt smell like a street. Cleaner, more organized. Sinubukan kong gumalaw, pero agad kong naramdaman ang bigat ng posas sa magkabilang kamay ko. βT*ngina,β I murmured softly as I tried to make out the surroundings. It was a warehouse. Malamig. It smelled of cigarettes and a gun. At sa harapan koβsi Jaiden. He was sitting on a broken chair, his head resting on the back of it while an ice-cold can was pressed against his bruising lips. He wasnβt cuffed, but... βBuhay ka pa pala, akala ko ililibing ka na lang namin e,β irap niya nang makita niyang gising ako. I felt a sharp pain throbbing at the back of my head. Damn it. My whole body felt sore, as if I had been thrown like a ragdoll. βH*yop ka, pakawalan mo ako dito!β s
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