章 218: The Seventh Circle of Hell

Alex slept for what felt like a lifetime after enduring more drugs than he was accustomed to. Alex was far from an addict, but he enjoyed what may be referred to as prohibited substances every now and then. But he had never done anything like methamphetamine before. And it was not an experience he wanted to repeat.

Thus, the day after his little kidnapping Alex spent it entirely inside his hotel room, sleeping off the mixture of drugs he had been administered by the cartel's kidnapper the day before. Alex, of course did not even notice the text message from the florist who, after some internal debate decided she would take Alex up on his offer to communicate via text.