You're not sure how much time has passed when the black bag is torn off your head. You glance around, seeing you're in a cement room. A rusted circular door is wide open, allowing you to seeing the yawning black entrance behind the 6 men standing in front of it.
You hear the sound of water dripping near by and turn your head. "Erika?" You gasp as you meet your friends eyes.
"No..." She whispers, staring at you, eyes wide. "No, this isn't fair!" She turns her gaze on the men in front of you.
"Gotta make you talk some how." A gravely old voice says and you look back at the men. 4 of them have large guns and handkerchiefs over half their faces.
The other two are wearing fancy suits, one white and one charcoal grey.
The man wearing white leans down in front of Erika. "Come on, spit it out."
"I don't know what you're talking about." She says, her voice low but shaky.
"We know everything already." The man in the charcoal grey says, his voice revealing his age.
"I said I don't know what you're talking about." Erika snaps.
You lean your head back.
"You broke our deal." The older man says, his voice filled with calm anger.
"I haven't even had a chance to break it." Erika insists. "I've been doing everything you asked!"
"Liar!" The older man yells and you see him gesture toward you. "Try again."
Erika breath turns heavy as one of the men with a gun approaches you, pressing the barrel against your head. "I-I don't know! Please!" She stutters.
"Here's a hint. The prenuptial agreement you had written out." The man in the white says, standing up.
"What? I never had a prenup written out!" Erika replies and you close your eyes, your stomach dropping.
"Need more motivation?" The older man asks and you hear a click.
"IT WAS ME!"
Say nothing