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SPLASH!

Nathaniel gasped for air as a bucket of liquid was dumped over him. His eyes shot open, his mouth agape. But when he took a breath, he quickly clamped his mouth shut, realizing the liquid wasn't just water.

It was gasoline.

His heart raced as the reality of his situation sank in. He instinctively sat up, only to discover his feet were bound together, and his hands were tied behind his back. He was also not in his filthy small apartment, but in a sparkly lit wide living area. 

"Good evening."

Nathaniel's frantic thoughts came to a screeching halt upon hearing a man's deep voice. His shaky, wide eyes moved to the source of the voice, and his breath hitched the moment they landed on Zoren.