Jacob was led into a dark room, the knife still pressed firmly on his back.
The ride had been horrific, a gun pointed his way and any slight movement would have gotten him killed.
His phone has been siezed, he had absolutely no way of contacting anyone. He could onky hope Alexander or anyone notices he's been gone for long.
"In," Sebastian murmured behind him.
Jacob swallowed hard and walked into the dark room.
A click sound was heard behind him before etye flickering, dim light came on.
It was a room, an unmade bed sat beside the wall and a scattered table at the other end with an upturned chair on the ground.
The room smelled like dust and cigarette, as if the occupant was anemophobic.
"Make yourself at home," Sebastian locked the door and pointed tinthe upturned chairs.
Jacob clenched his fists, "You're mistaken, Mr. Vale..." he turned and faced Sebastian, his eyes shining hus defiance.
