I finally felt my feet touch the floor as I was placed in a cold, metal chair. Cold hands forcefully placed mine behind the back of the chair and tied more rope around my wrists so I wouldn't be able to leave the chair. Then, I finally felt cold air against my face.
I was in a small, dark room that was only lit by one small, dim light bulb. There was a small, black, wooden desk in front of me. A tall, muscular man with black, gelled hair and cold, blue eyes looked me up and down and pursed his lips.
Suddenly, the same boy from the toy store walked in. He was the complete opposite of the other man. He had warm, comforting, chocolate brown eyes while the other guy's eyes were icy and stared right through you. His hair was dark brown and tousled, not in the way where you could tell he meticulously placed every strand in the right place to achieve a fashionable look, but in the way that you could tell he just didn't care to style it in the morning.
Batman boy pensively rubbed the back of his hand against his thin lips as he held a black Glock in the other.
"So, I'm sure you've figure out why you're here by now?" he asked me, looking straight into my eyes.
"No." I replied and confidently looked back up at him.
"So, where were you last Friday night?"
What? I spent last Friday night at the shop.
"I was working."
He looked over at the black-haired man and laughed. "Oh, you were working?" He traced my jaw with the barrel of his gun, "Are you sure? Because I'm pretty sure you were on Pencey Avenue and saw something you shouldn't have."
I clenched my jaw and looked back up at him again. "Like I said, I was working. You can check the-"
The black-haired guy interrupted me, "Look, we know you already filed a police report." He swiftly pulled another gun out of his pocket, "So we can either do this the easy way or the hard way, got it?"
"Just check the records, I was working! Ask my manager!"
The blue-eyed man sighed and started pacing around the room. "Stop lying! We know it was you!"
It wasn't me. I remember that night perfectly. I started my shift at six o'clock and stayed at the shop until ten.
"I didn't even pass by Pencey Avenue! I live on the North Side and my shift ended at ten!"
He let out an exasperated sigh and dug the cold, hard barrel of his gun into my temple.
