I slipped into the car with caution, unlocking the door through the partially opened window. My entrance into the backseat joined our two reluctant companions. Instantly, their hands tightened around the grips of their guns, their eyes reflecting fear and defiance. "Not the smartest move," I cautioned them in Italian, eyeing their shaky grip on the firearms. Azalea, taking charge, swung open the driver's side door. "Lower your guns. We just want to talk." she asserted, her tone surprisingly calm given the circumstances. "We have nothing to say to you!" One of the men yelled at me.
I cast a knowing smile at them, "But you do have something to say, don't you? After all, you wouldn't be tailing us if there wasn't something on your mind." The only woman in the car shook her head, desperately searching for a plausible excuse, "We weren't following you. We were just on our way to town."
I chuckled at their poor attempts to lie and turned to Azalea, who had the driver by the collar. "It seems they're not in the mood for a chat." I feigned a hurt expression, eliciting a smile from Azalea. "I suppose we'll have to force the words out of them," she said, nodding in agreement. used the back of my gun to knock out the man who was sitting next to me in the back and put the woman sitting in the front seat in a headlock, choking her until she passed out. Azalea brought the unconscious driver to the back seat and we drove over to the farmhouse.
With the unconscious driver now sharing the backseat, we embarked on a journey to the farmhouse, a place I hadn't visited in years. Azalea, not a fan, wrinkled her nose, "I hate the farmhouse, there's crap everywhere, and the whole place smells like crap."
Amused by her directness, I couldn't help but laugh. "Don't you think you're exaggerating a little bit?" I teased. As the familiar structure of the farmhouse came into view, the unmistakable scent of rural life confirmed its authenticity.
Upon our arrival, I dragged the man into the barn and tied him up. I was startled by Azalea screaming at the top of her head. "FUCK!" I rushed out of the barn running over to her, "What? What happened?" I asked frantically. "I stepped in shit!" I stared at her blankly, "Are you fucking kidding me?" She started to whine, "I got these shoes at a fashion auction El, they are limited edition!" Suppressing a sigh, I tended to the unconscious woman in the car, securing her restraints with precision.
After securing them tightly, I decided to give them a chilling wake-up call. Grabbing a bucket of  water, I doused them with a sudden splash, yelling, "Rise and shine!" Their startled cries echoed in the barn, blending with the morning silence.
As they writhed and protested, demanding to be released, Azalea scolded them from outside, "Stop shouting! People are still sleeping."  Drawing closer to them, I adopted a menacing tone, explaining, "Patience is a virtue, but excessive noise is not. You'll have plenty of time to contemplate your situation here, without food or water. Perhaps it'll motivate you to share useful information." One of them spat in my direction, but I calmly wiped it away, my expression unwavering. "Maintaining clear skin requires dedication, and you just fucked up what took months to fix," I remarked, unfazed by his weak attempt at defiance.
To drive home the seriousness of their dilemma, I aimed my gun at the guy and fired a single shot, the deafening sound echoing within the walls of the barn. Their cries intensified, mingling with the scent of fear and desperation. "Let this serve as a reminder," I announced sternly, "a rotting limb emits a distinct odour. When his leg starts to rot and the stench mingles with the smell of your own waste making it unbearable to breathe," I declared coldly, "I'll expect answers."
Leaving them to ponder their fate, I turned on my heel and exited the barn, firmly locking the door behind me. The air was heavy with tension as I walked away, the weight of my actions lingering in the silence that followed.