[zajawa]

Two hours later Rick was actually cursing under his breath, trembling from pain. His fingers were cut off and the nails were pulled out. The deal was that as he was 'playing' with Vincent the gang of his boss wiped out. He was hiding somewhere and as a trusted man, his right hand, he should know where. Of course he didn't know a thing but no one wanted to believe him when he said it time after time. First he tried to get free but he was unlucky and someone that knew how to tie ropes done them this time. Right now he barely have strenght to move his head due to severe blood loss. People that captured him were now in the room on his left, he could hear that much. Then Rick thought about Vincent. Didn't he say that if he would call him, where ever he was he would hear him? Was this another vampire thing? Should he try that? Not really heaving any other option he decided to try.
"Vin..cent...", he whispered and then called once more, a bit louder.
It was first time in his lonely life he was trying to ask someone for help. There never was anyone for him. At least not someone he would trust enough or want a help from. The deal with Vincent was entirely something else.