His name was Joe and his stare was as cold as ice. He had long black greasy hair and he was enormous. There was nothing I could do to defend myself since I was fully tapped to the chair. After he gets in his chair, we speak.

“Look man, you really don’t have to do this. I don’t know what you want but I have a lot of money if you want that.” I say as a drop a sweat runs down my face.

He was only response was his long empty stare. Knowing my fate, I try to ask for something a bit more reasonable.

“Ok, I know you’re gonna kill me and there’s not much I can do to change that. But can you just promise that you’ll do it quickly?”

“I’ll take as long as I have to.” He responded quietly as everything faded to black.