Chapter 147 Initiation

• Jeremy thought the walls were closing in on him. The room was dimly lit and smelt like old cigars and expensive fragrance that tried too hard to cover up something darker underneath. The movie flickered on the screen again, showing his nude body, weak and confused, in moments he could scarcely recall. Another shot shows him leaning over a glass table with a neat line of white powder going up his nose. His skin crawled.
• "What the hell is this?" He said, his voice hoarse and his eyes jumping between the projector and the stone-faced men sitting across from him.
• Nobody said anything. Instead, they sat still and silent, like judges. Augustus, who was sitting next to him, was the only one who dared to move. He carefully clasped his hands in front of him. The projector stopped working. The room was full of silence, like a vice.