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got closer and closer to my eye.
    “Are you going to talk , Michael? Are you going to tell me what I want to hear?” The drill came closer. I was shitting myself. I had to think quickly. It was either do, or die!
    As Killeen came closer I booted him really hard in the groin whilst head butting the man next to me. I caught the wanker right in the face. They both went down like a bag of spuds, but it was the other fucker that hit me. I hit the ground like a right cunt. I woke up half an hour later when one of the masked men was stubbing his fag out on my arm. I let out a big old yelp. The newspaper was falling out of my mouth, and it tasted disgusting.  Then I was hit again, this time from the back.
    “Hi, how’s the head Michael.” For a moment I ’d thought I was dreaming there. It wasn’t until Killeen appeared in front of me that I realized that I wasn’t dreaming: this was all real!
    “You think you’re so clever don’t you, ya Brit wanker?” I kept quiet. Not saying a bloody word.
    “Tell me everyth ing Michael, be a good old chap! Is it really worth dying for?” I looked into his eyes.
    “Yes Michael, have you something to say?” By now the newspaper had disintegrated totally leaving my mouth free to talk and breath e. “Ryan!”
    “Yes , Michael?”
    “Fuck off , you fucking cunt! Go and eat shit, you Mick Twat!”
    “Pick him up! Fucking pick him up!”
    They dragged me by the arms into the kitchen, where I noticed a length of rope hanging from the ceiling. They tied me up by my feet and arms and pulled the rope. By the end, I was hanging upside down from the ceiling. They had made a makeshift torture chamber in the kitchen! Killeen was laughing frantically with the others. He gave one of them the go-ahead to punch me as many times as he could within one minute to the face and body. I felt one of my ribs break as he did so, and I spat blood in his face, which didn’t go down too well. Killeen disappeared for a couple of minutes, then came back into the kitchen with the drill.
    “Ryan, what are you doing mate? Calm down mate; come on! We can talk this over, mate?”
    “It’s too late now , MATE! You’ve had your chance.”
    Killeen stood there giggling like a child.
    “Come on , lads – give me a fair fight! Cut me down and give me a chance! One-on-one like men? Come on, lads! Hey, what do you think?”
    Killeen looked into my eyes. His face came closer and closer. “Fuck off, you Brit wanker!”
    I was shitting myself. “Guys, come on! I’ve got a kid, a little girl – look in my wallet! Come on, please!”
    Killeen walked outside. “Do what you like; make it as painful as you can! Just fucking do him.”
    “Ok boss, all sort ed. See you tonight at the club!”
    “Yeah, see you later , Boss!” Killeen left the building, and left me with the two gorillas.
    “Lads please, com e on, give me a chance! I’ve got plenty of money – I’ll give you the fucking lot.”
    “Shut the fuck up!” One of the boys pulled out a Browning 9mm pistol and put it against my head. I could feel the cold metal pressing into my flesh.
    “Go on then , you fucking wankers, fucking do it! Come on, do it!  Come on – do it then, you bunch of pussies!”
    “Shut the fuck up , Michael, shut up!”
    I heard the door go: i t rocked throughout the house. I fucking shit myself literally. A flash bang was thrown in the hallway. I closed my eyes and prayed like fuck. I could hear double taps all over the place as it instantly filled with a cloud of white smoke. The noise was shattering, and I was deaf as a post after. Men came running into the kitchen, screaming like fuck.
    “Cut him down! Cut him fucking down!” I was very confused as to what the hell was happening: I was still hanging upside down.
     
    It was soon over! Before I knew it, I was carted off in the back of an ambulance and escorted to the nearest hospital. It was three days later that I was woken up by Stanley himself. I was greeted with a bunch