It seemed to me that my head is filled with the hardest substance in the world. From the inside it

Course of events is unpredictable. You never know what was about to happen. You can die, fall in love without memory, or commit the biggest mistake of life. So really do not have much effect. It just happens independently of you.
It seemed to me that my head is filled with the hardest substance in the world. From the inside it burst her such pain that it's hard for me was to take a deep breath. My body was tied. Abrasions on her wrists ptt were burning with a fire, and every muscle ached. Bright light from fluorescent lights hurt my eyes maladjusted, so at first I could not distinguish shapes. Gaze sharpened after a while, and what I saw did not resemble any known me places. It seemed to me that this is some old abandoned factory, but I could not be sure. I squeezed my eyes realizing how likely be found here. With anger at myself in your eyes I began pouring ptt tears. I was stupid thinking that this burglary was nothing. I was naïve in thinking that I was safe.
I felt like I spent a few years here. Sam, enslaved, with no hope of help. Gaze stubbornly stuck at one point as if my brain encoded myself that thanks to my persistent thoughts disappear. I thrust my nails in his hands, but the pain does not sobered me. I still feel the same. I wanted to cry on his own helplessness.
Soft footsteps echoed in the huge hall. Slowly approaching towards me, but still not turned in their direction. After a moment in front of my face appeared a man, which had already seen in my house. I guessed that it was he who was the ringleader of the whole action, and I did not think that he had good intentions. People like it never had good intentions.
- Do not be bashful. In the end, you have something in itself, since he drew attention to you. - He laughed, but there was not a hint of laughter than of joy. I sensed danger in it. Some overwhelming danger that could not be expressed in any words.
My body shivered. It started innocently enough - my hands began to shake, but their example followed the rest of the body. Betrayed ptt my own body. I wanted to get out of the shaped pile of atoms and free from this reality. I was hoping to just find myself ptt in a dream, or maybe someone realizes its a joke and soon pops out from behind the screaming gave fooled! But nothing was happening, and I was becoming more and more terrified.
I lost my footing and choking a destructive thoughts. Panic. Only it felt. Overwhelming fear permeating every cell of my body. On unmanageable. I felt like something took over control of my physical form, and nothing I did not want her back.
- You think that your guy is so innocent? - He hissed with pure hatred in his eyes. - It is not. Not a bit. Holiness ptt is definitely not his domain. - He laughed again, and I felt sick. I did not know what I want to say about it, but I dreamed to shut up.
I was afraid of what I might hear from him. This thought struck me, and even tried to deny it to herself. I did not know Bill's past, but she could not be the pink as it described the media, since he did not want me to say anything about her except that branded ptt him for life. I knew that he had a valid reason for me to still linger disclosure of these events. And now I've had it all at your fingertips. I did not have to wait until Bill tells me everything, and maybe erase some details. I could simply get.
My adversary stretched standing near a chair and placed it in front of me. He sat down on it with satisfaction, admiring its has smiled at me. I wanted to bite his hand on his neck and wiped the smile from his face, and maybe I would have done it if not for the fact that I had hands are tied. I jerked out what caused his joyful laughter.
- He told you that I knew? - Heart in my throat. I could not imagine Bill and this guy, who was sitting on a chair a few feet from me. I did not believe that they could have something in common. - Yes. And it very well. - He thought for a moment. - We met a few years ago. He bought me drugs. He always took the best. He had a lot chajsu and knew how to spend it well. Cocaine, amphetamines, LSD ... Sometimes even heroin.
I wanted to throw up. Bile went to the throat, but I swallowed refraining from it. I wanted to get away from his words and the punch line, which began at the beginning to scare me. Further listening to this man seemed to suddenly ptt be the conclusion of a pact with the devil, mysterious konszachtami, which could at any time get out of control.
- You know how it is. - He started leaning in my direction. - When someone sta