Chapter 7

Scott's Point-of-View I woke to the sensation of being beaten. There was a sack over my head, leaving me completely blind. All I knew was that I was being hit, and my assailants weren't pulling back their punches at all. At first, I cursed at them, said awful things about them, and screamed threats at them. In the end, however, I had to kneel on the floor and beg for my life. I had no idea how long I had been pleading, but at some point, they finally stopped beating me. Someone took the sack off and hauled me to my feet. The man was wearing a sharp suit, but the menace in his eyes was unmistakable. His voice was cold and dismissive when he spoke. "Where did the bitch go?" I hadn't the foggiest idea what he was talking about. I quickly waved my hands in denial. "What do you mean? I don't know who you're talking about! Look, man. You have the wrong guy. I'm not the one you're after!" At the next moment, he kicked me to the floor and stomped on my throat with his leather shoe, al