Jack heard someone through the door and walls. He thought about yelling. But then held his tongue. Who knew what was going on. What if that was an innocent person. What if Jack yelling would cause a commotion and get an innocent person involved.
That wouldn't be good. Not something a
real man
would do. Then a flash of memories hit him. He thought, 'this could be how i die. this might be it.'
With that he gave out a yell. "HELP! I'M IN HERE!"
Suddenly the man's british voice changed into an American one.
"Get on the fucking ground, bitch!"
"PLEASE! I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON. PLEASE JUST LET ME GO."
"Shut the fuck up! Or I'll fucking hit you with this stick!"
"PLEASE--"
He grabbed her by the neck. Said really quietly, his face extremely close to her's.
"I said. Be quiet. Okay?"
She nodded with a wimper. The other men kept their eye on the front door.
21 Savage
let go of the woman and walked over to the room where Jack was tied up. He had stopped yelling for help. Probably understood what had happened.
The door opened and 21 Savage walked over to Jack without hesitation. Without stopping. Without a word.
"Wait wai-- waii---"
Jack said as he watched the black pistol go up in the air and then straight down into his sight.