Chapter Two:

"Arrggh!" Nick groaned as he was forced to his knees on the cold hard floor of another room.

The man behind him uncuffed his hands then stepped aside. Nick flexed his fingers, gasping in pain as he renewed circulation to them. The cuffs had been so tight that they cut deep into his wrists and stopped the blood supply to his hands and fingers.

A rotten toothed smile spread across the ugly man's face as he made his way into the room. Nick felt as though he was about to vomit from the stench in the room. It smelt like decomp, and a lot of it, but he didn't want to look around for fear of what he might see.

"What is your name?" The ugly man asked as he knelt down in front of Nick, lifting his chin with his bony hand to force him to look him in the eye. "I'm Hanson, this is Bernie," He signalled to the bigger guy with charcoal black hair behind Nick, wearing dark dirty jeans, ripped at the knees and a t-shirt that his large muscles were bulging out of. "And that's Mack." He pointed to the other guy behind Nick, slightly smaller than Bernie; he was wearing a pair of dirty jeans and a tanned jacket over a very grimy t-shirt, but he had a look on his face that made you not want to mess with him.

"What is your name?" He asked again as he lifted Nick's chin slightly higher to look him dead in the eye.

"My name..." Nick coughed on the fumes in the room, before he looked Hanson in the eye too. "Is go fuck yourself!"

Hanson shook his head as he sighed in disappointment.

Climbing to his feet, he nodded to Mack who gave Nick a hard thump to the back of his neck. Nick fell forwards, putting his hands out in front of him to stop his head from hitting the floor. He winced in agony then looked back up at Hanson still smiling at him.

"We'll just call you . . . John." He suggested, giving him another sinister grin. "Welcome to the party John. First round is easy, a little game of name that compound."

Nick looked at Hanson as though he was completely deranged. He was expecting a mass of torture and pain from the way Hanson was speaking, but instead, a game of name that compound? Strange. Very strange.

Hanson's man Bernie disappeared out the door, quickly returning a few seconds later, wheeling in a chalk board behind him before he handed his boss a stick of white chalk.

Nick winced and cringed as the chalk nosily scraped against the surface of the board. Hanson started by drawing a series of lines, followed by the letters 'H – C – N – O' and the number three appeared twice.

"Oh," Nick recognised it almost immediately as Hanson started joining the lines between the letters. "Cocaine."

Hanson rolled his eyes round at him. "Chemical name John!"

"Benzoylmethylecgonine." He spoke quickly as Bernie came towards him with a menacing look on his face.

"Good." Hanson's ugliness stretched into something that could be described as an almost proud smile. "Next one."

Nick once again winced and cringed as the chalk screeched across the board. This time Hanson drew two diagonal lines, mirroring one another. At the bottom of each line he put in an 'H' then at the top where the lines met, he wrote an 'S'.

"Hydrogen sul... Hydrogen sulphide!" Nick practically shouted as Mack slammed his hand down on the back of his neck.

"Very Good. You're very good at this John; most people can't even guess one." Hanson snickered to himself then tried to think of a hard one as he scrubbed the board clean.

Hanson started with the letters 'H – C – O – N' jotting them all around the board before he added three number threes to it. He started drawing the lines in between; checking over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure that Nick was still paying attention.

"Um..." Nick stared at the various letters and lines between them, struggling to think as his pounding headache persisted on giving him a hard time. "Oh, Heroin... I mean diacetylmorphine!"

"Excellent, very well done John. Onto round two."

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