Arastoo feels as if he s floating, like a cloud, he mumbles, his eyes open easy taking in the space, it s filled with light not bright but soft with no walls, like a cloud, Arastoo states again with a giggle then frowns, running a hand over his face wait, there s something I'm supposed to he doesn't finish.
Before him, a woman stands to face away from him. Cam! he exclaims, He runs towards her after several steps he stops, confused, no matter how many steps he takes he cannot get any closer, Cam! Arastoo calls again, the woman does nothing. He looks around him, confusing setting in for Arastoo, suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stand at the attention he turns to face the woman jumping in surprise when he finds her face inches from his. Cam? Arastoo whisperers, the woman smiles and lightly laughs, her laugh transform into a howling guffaw. Arastoo tries to back away but he can t seem to move the woman's unhinged laugh continues the woman leans even closer to him she stares right into his eyes as blood starts dripping out of her eyes and pouring out of her nose Arastoo gasps still unable to move, her skin starts to open in sections as if being inflicted by a razor blade. Arastoo cannot breathe his body collapses onto the white light floor fighting for air, his vision spins his lungs are struggling to open, his vision goes black.
What feels like a split second Arastoo s vision comes back to reveal a bleary figure over him one hand grasping the back of Arastoo s neck, the other pinching his nose shut the figure releases him abruptly, Arastoo desperately tries to take in as much air as possible through his nose, he grunts discovering a thick piece of tape covering his mouth, his fully vision clearing. He s in a dank basement, and the whole place is having low lighting with the exception for the flood of light he is sitting in. A figure steps closer to the light and sneering at Arastoo relax boy, it s the skinny thug, It s the ketamine boss I heard it makes em sees stuff sometimes, professional states the figure that was choking Arastoo, easily recognizable as the large thug that held him in the van. Arastoo s breath hitches his memories coming back: walking to Cam s, the van, being dragged into the van, and drugged. Combat breathing through the new rush of panic, something new catches Arastoo s eye, just at the edge of the light next to the leaner of the two thugs a camcorder on a tripod, a red light emitting from the top of it, the thin thug follows his gaze and smiles you re gonna help us with a little problem, he says as he drags a rolling stands covered anything from shop tools to kitchen knives and a blowtorch resting on the lower shelf.
Arastoo shakes his head pleading through the tape gag, he starts twisting and thrashing at the cable ties fastening him to the metal chair. See boss I told ya it messes with them, the heavy thug says again, grinning at their panicking captive calm him down again would you please? asks boss thug politely, too politely. The gargantuan chortles and reaches for Arastoo once again, Arastoo helpless bound tightly to the chair can do nothing as the thug cuts off his precious air supply, his lungs burn, his vision fades slipping into numbing blackness.
