hated them and always had a makeup artist cover them up. But as a girl, I had always placed importance on my natural looks. For a moment, I felt good. It was almost as if three insane South American gang members hadn’t locked us in a cage for the night.
I spoke up. “I apologize for my friend. We’re listening.” I said.
The voice laughed lightly. “An American who can listen? Now I’ve seen everything. Very well. We will proceed.” I smiled and nodded, staring right at the mirror.
Avery whispered, “You’re damn right we’ll proceed…” I gave him an annoyed look.
“Your sacrifice is greatly appreciated. Now is the time for your first and last test. It is the test of will. The test of patience. The test of time itself.”
“We are ready.” I said, almost stoically. Truth be told, I was freaking out inside. Gangsters, bikers, drugs, and now this? What the fuck! I had suffered a lot from submitting to a life of fame, but this was something else entirely. Ever since I had met Avery, my life had been thrown into a state of chaos. But I was at a turning point in my thinking. I had to stay strong, because if I didn’t, I would end up worse than my mother or sister. I could end up dead in some ice chest, without a kidney.
Within seconds, the wall opened up and then men walked into the room, handing us cups of hot tea. They simply bowed and walked out of the room, locking us in yet again. “Tea? You want us to drink tea?” Avery asked. Though I could tell by the look in his eye that this was no ordinary tea. Whatever concoction this was, frightened him to the very core.
“Yes. You will drink the tea and contemplate the realities of our way of life. You will think about the way you conduct your future business proceedings and the way you treat others when negotiating. This is our offer. If you choose to accept it, we may talk further. But if you don’t, you will suffer the consequences.” The voice said.
“Consequences?” I asked, feeling myself grow nauseous.
“Oh yes. There will be a great deal of consequences. And in the end, you may suffer the same fate that our men did during Luke’s loss of insight.” he said.
“Loss of insight, huh. Luke is a fucking hot head. I hope he rots in Hell. How’s that for insight?” Avery yelled.
“You decide.” The voices repeated. All of a sudden, the intercom turned off, and so did the lights above us. We were now left to decide. Would we drink the tea or would we simply wait and find a better way of escaping? Of course, the answer was obvious. But Avery seemed extremely hesitant.
“We have to do this…” I muttered, smelling the toxic fumes rising from the glass. It looked and smelled disgusting, like it was collected from a sewer somewhere far away.
“Don’t you dare drink that tea, sweet cheeks. You don’t wanna go that route.” he warned.
“Why?” I asked him. “Either way we’re dead. This is our best bet.” I whispered, hoping they couldn’t hear us debating.
“Our best bet is holding onto life. That tea is death in a cup.” He said.
“But how do you know, Avery? How can you possibly be sure?” I cried out, feeling the pressure of the situation turn on me.
“I’ve heard stories. The Sapo Boys aren’t known for their normal ways of conducting business. It’s all a fucking mind trip for them. People have drank from their cup and they never come back. It’s like their souls were lost or something. Some even think that—”
I cut him off right then and there. “Stories? That’s all you know? Avery, The Sapo Boys, or whatever they call themselves, are just another gang. They may have better theatrics than you, but they’re a gang nonetheless. You’re going to let a couple of thugs scare you? Well, I’ll tell you something. I’ve lost everything. And because of that, I fear nothing.” I said. I took the cup and downed it in just a few big gulps.
“NO!” Avery screamed, knocking the glass out of my hands. But it was
I spoke up. “I apologize for my friend. We’re listening.” I said.
The voice laughed lightly. “An American who can listen? Now I’ve seen everything. Very well. We will proceed.” I smiled and nodded, staring right at the mirror.
Avery whispered, “You’re damn right we’ll proceed…” I gave him an annoyed look.
“Your sacrifice is greatly appreciated. Now is the time for your first and last test. It is the test of will. The test of patience. The test of time itself.”
“We are ready.” I said, almost stoically. Truth be told, I was freaking out inside. Gangsters, bikers, drugs, and now this? What the fuck! I had suffered a lot from submitting to a life of fame, but this was something else entirely. Ever since I had met Avery, my life had been thrown into a state of chaos. But I was at a turning point in my thinking. I had to stay strong, because if I didn’t, I would end up worse than my mother or sister. I could end up dead in some ice chest, without a kidney.
Within seconds, the wall opened up and then men walked into the room, handing us cups of hot tea. They simply bowed and walked out of the room, locking us in yet again. “Tea? You want us to drink tea?” Avery asked. Though I could tell by the look in his eye that this was no ordinary tea. Whatever concoction this was, frightened him to the very core.
“Yes. You will drink the tea and contemplate the realities of our way of life. You will think about the way you conduct your future business proceedings and the way you treat others when negotiating. This is our offer. If you choose to accept it, we may talk further. But if you don’t, you will suffer the consequences.” The voice said.
“Consequences?” I asked, feeling myself grow nauseous.
“Oh yes. There will be a great deal of consequences. And in the end, you may suffer the same fate that our men did during Luke’s loss of insight.” he said.
“Loss of insight, huh. Luke is a fucking hot head. I hope he rots in Hell. How’s that for insight?” Avery yelled.
“You decide.” The voices repeated. All of a sudden, the intercom turned off, and so did the lights above us. We were now left to decide. Would we drink the tea or would we simply wait and find a better way of escaping? Of course, the answer was obvious. But Avery seemed extremely hesitant.
“We have to do this…” I muttered, smelling the toxic fumes rising from the glass. It looked and smelled disgusting, like it was collected from a sewer somewhere far away.
“Don’t you dare drink that tea, sweet cheeks. You don’t wanna go that route.” he warned.
“Why?” I asked him. “Either way we’re dead. This is our best bet.” I whispered, hoping they couldn’t hear us debating.
“Our best bet is holding onto life. That tea is death in a cup.” He said.
“But how do you know, Avery? How can you possibly be sure?” I cried out, feeling the pressure of the situation turn on me.
“I’ve heard stories. The Sapo Boys aren’t known for their normal ways of conducting business. It’s all a fucking mind trip for them. People have drank from their cup and they never come back. It’s like their souls were lost or something. Some even think that—”
I cut him off right then and there. “Stories? That’s all you know? Avery, The Sapo Boys, or whatever they call themselves, are just another gang. They may have better theatrics than you, but they’re a gang nonetheless. You’re going to let a couple of thugs scare you? Well, I’ll tell you something. I’ve lost everything. And because of that, I fear nothing.” I said. I took the cup and downed it in just a few big gulps.
“NO!” Avery screamed, knocking the glass out of my hands. But it was
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