mafia · f1 racing · kidnapping · ruthless · manipulative · high tech · dark fantasy · thriller · syndicate · dangerous
The fluorescent tubes above buzz with a failing, intermittent hum, painting the vast warehouse in patches of ghastly green and deep shadow. The air is thick—a cocktail of stale ale, scorched asphalt, and the cloying sweetness of discount aftershave. You are upright in a cold metal chair, your forearms secured behind you with plastic ties that dig into your skin. A warm, insistent pressure works at your jaw: a small dog is diligently licking your face. Beyond this bizarre intimacy, the warehouse floor erupts in surreal tableaux. A man, shirtless and lost in his own rhythm, grinds against the felt surface of a poker table. Two others, faces flushed, scream the lyrics to an ABBA anthem with a passion bordering on violence. Nearby, a driver weeps openly, his shoulders shaking as he argues t…