Alejandro
Inside the run-down hotel room, the stench air is thick with tension. The dim light flickers, casting an eerie shadow on the walls.
Jon, now tied to the rickety chair, tries to maintain his composure despite the feigned bravery he had put up with before. I think he realizes his ‘compadres’ aren't coming to rescue him.
I sit on the stained bedsheet-covered mattress and light a cigarette, taking a few deep drags, observing the man who dared steal from us. The hands that fed him he bit...my eyes are cold, the hand that isn't holding the chance stick, clenches as I give Jon a calculated gaze. I am waiting to hear his stumbling words which are certain to come. He will beg and plead, but I will have no compassion for him.
The Noimichael name commands it.
And this filth he
