As soon as I come out of the unconsciousness I open my eyes wide and breath out a raspy groan, writhing slightly. The pain in my head is as strong as if one hundred daggers have been stabbed into it. It all becomes even worse when I move my jaw. I think it’s broken. My eyes water instantly with the sheer pain.

”Uhhh” I croak weakly. The duct tape placed on my mouth is the only obstacle for me, otherwise, I would scream at the top of my lungs in anguish.

I must have been knocked out by someone really badly, because I can’t remember much. For the first time as I concentrate on my whereabouts I notice the place I’m at. There is nothing inside this dark room with bare concrete walls, except the small window located rather highly on the wall and me sitting on a hardwood chair. The room looks like it’s a place for torture and I really sense that it is so, especially when I tug at my hands and feel them being tied up at the back of the chair.

Just as I begin my attemts at remembering what has happened, the door opens. Light from outside illuminates the room, making me squint. I adjust my eyes finally and see a man walk in first, followed by Dominic. I recognize the man as Dominic’s hired gun.

After the door is closed Dominic comes over to me, placing his thumbs into his pants waistband like a cowboy, and stares me down with a lopsided grin.

”I hope you gonna be quiet, because right now it’s your only choice. Otherwise…” He breaks off, so that the obvious was present, but not vocalized.

Dominic makes eye contact with his guard and backtracks a bit to let the man walk up to me. What happens next is the duct tape being violently unsticked from my mouth, causing me to wince.

”You played false with me, Bette” Dominic says, squatting in front of me. ”How could you?”

I stare at him, not understanding yet what he is talking about. I keep mum as he continues.

”I can’t trust you anymore. You are a betrayer.”

He stands up and starts to pace casually, putting hands into his pants pockets.