"So, Mrs. McKall, do you understand why your here today?" The woman in front of me asked. I stayed silent. "Don't make this hard on yourself." She sighed. "If you don't corporate I'll have to bring in Nick and we don't want that? Do we?" I glared at her. She and her fuck faced friends brought me here, there was no way I was going to cave that easily. Her fingers tapped on the arm of the chair as she got more and more impatient for an answer. I continued to stay silent and was rather curious on who this 'Nick' was. "Very well." She broke the silence between us. "Nick! We need a little help in here." She shouted at the door. It swung open and a larger, muscular man walked through with a tray of syringes. The one on the left held a red liquid and the other held a green liquid. I was frozen in fear. My hands practically glued to the chair as Nick made his way to me. He set the tray on the coffee table that separated the woman and I and grabbed my shoulders. He pushed me down into the chair, his elbows crushed my hands and his feet smashing mine into the carpeted floor. I was screaming and thrashing against Nicks hold as the woman made her way to me, the red syringe in hand. "Now Valencia, tell me." She said hovering the syringe above my arm. "Why are you here?" "I DON'T KNOW!" I cried back at her. She shook her head and shoved the needle into the crook of my elbow. My cries slowed and the last thing I saw was the bitches face. "I'll k... kill... yo.. ou." And then it was black.