Every morning, he wakes up in his king sized bed with his silk sheets and stretches his Every morning, he walks down the large staircase and sits at the end of his dining room table, staring at the empty end before the maids place the breakfast feast in front of him. Kai watches the news for three minutes, no more, no less, before he turns it off and eats. At ten o’clock on the dot, he passes by the picture of his late father and offers a bow before he walks back upstairs to his room where he buttons up his white collar shirt and pulls on the black suit. A clear of his throat and he walks back downstairs to the picture of his father before adjusting his cufflinks, this time, he snorts at his painted face and listens to his shoes click against the tile of his white floors. By eleven thirty, Kai leaves his large estate in his sleek black Maserati and makes his way to his office. He arrives to the disgusting warehouse and parks his car next to the rest of the cars. Carefully, he makes sure that the dirt doesn’t stain his shoes or the bottom of his pants as he walks to the entrance, where the two gunman open the door. Kai sticks his hand in his pocket and watches as the workers inside create a pathway for him. Kai looks around for his right hand man is annoyed when he sees him lying on the couch with a porno mag on his face. He rolls his eyes and grabs the paper towel roll and hits him over the head. He hears a groan and Santino sits up, rubbing
extended arms. As he is about to clasp her, he feels a stunning blow upon the back of the
He goes back to the carpet area where he played before. He watches a toy hamster on the floor and his friend's face one each time and grabs the dog he played with before. He drops it
He can breathe again, a little. Still ragged. He doesn't know how long he stays there, but it's a long time.
He shows you a room with an insane amount of gold and other luxury items in it.
Like clockwork, Liam is rushing into his room. “Are you okay? I heard you scream - do we need to go to the hospital?” Liam crouches down feeling for a fever.
Like a childish lie , he sits on the edge of his dad’s bed and cries helplessly.
he opens a door. Inside, the room is cluttered, dark. On a queen-sized bed, under a window draped with lace curtains, his mother is asleep. He jumps squarely onto the bed next to her. He gives her a hug.
Dragging himself to a sitting position he drags his hands over his face and hair. Pushing himself to his feet he stumbles, making his way to the table. He reads the note, leaving it where it lays as he pulls a bottle out of his pack and staggers back to his bed.
One morning in particular Luke awoke early to greet the sun. He carefully pushed back the covers to the large four poster bed. His bare feet
I nod to him and walk down the long walkway and toward the door and unsurprisingly it was locked. I check out the house and find and open window.
Gary opens the door, a knife in one hand, and coffee mug in the other.
While he is coming back, he runs into a man in a cloak, who starts cursing, and then flails on the ground violently
from all the people, he goes up to his room and as soon as he shuts
He calls the police and gets taken
Once inside he locks the door