Third Person POV.

Pains were all Peter felt sitting on the chair he was bound to. It had been two months

if not more since David had held him hostage.

To say he was already tired was an understatement. Peter wanted out. He had served as Andrei’s punching bag and David’s as well.

The men had vented and wanted a video that was nonexistent. He chuckled lightly at the thought that David and Andrei were fools dancing to the tune of music he had played for

them.

That was it really, because if not both men would have known he was only lying. That

he framed that video shit to...