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Eric's POV
I woke up to the door slamming and the first thing I saw was the angry face of the man I have named 'Boris'.
"What did you do!" He shouted.
"Umm, well, I-I…" I whimpered. That's all I got out before a punch to the face knocked me and chair backwards.
"Oww. You know you are unnecessary violent right?" Probably not the best thing to say to an angry giant.
"Yes, yes I do" He growled as he pulled me up and took out a giant knife. I gasped.
"L-look. I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry. Ok!" But the knife came closer.
"No, please, no." I closed me eyes as the knife rested on my neck, the tip barely digging into my flesh.
But my eyes reopened as I my head was jerked back by my hair. I screamed as the knife dug into my skin. I felt blood trickle down, staining my shirt. The feeling of 'Boris's' hot breath sent shivers down my spine.
"Please." I whispered, tears starting to form.
"NCIS knows where we are and I want to know how."
"I don't know." I insisted.
But I backpedaled when the knife started coming towards me again. I had to tell him.
"No! Wait, please wait. I-I might have sent a signal out." When the knife moved away I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. But it was short-lived because the knife was back when 'Boris' processed what I had said.
"You what?" He bellowed. I winced. He sounded so angry and the knife was so sharp.
"Now we have to relocate! Do you know how difficult that is?" This time he sounded frustrated, even tired.
"I'm sorry?" I ventured.
"No, no you're not…let." That was the last thing I heard before I was submerged in darkness again.