Derrick walked into the kitchen. He
never saw what hit him. Something had slammed him across the jaw.
Derrick shook his head and the cobwebs started to clear a bit when
someone grabbed his arm and pulled him flat onto the floor. He was
face down as the blows began to fall about his lower back and his
head.
He came to, his head pounding. It took
time to realize he was hung upside down. The voice was behind him.
“If you can get out, good for you. If not, you have 24 hour before
your brain hemorrhages, killing you.”
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