I don't know where he drove to but it weren't far. Then opens the boot, throws a bag over me head and carries me into some grotty little room. Then he drops me onto a chair, pulls the bag off me head and starts to stare at me.

The way he was staring was real scary. But me, I can't keep me gob shut, I just 'ave to 'ave a go.

"OK, what now?" I shouts at him. "You've ripped off all me gear and had a good feel of me arse, so what now?" But he just keeps staring at me.

Then he says "You really are one cocky, little, loud-mouthed bastard. Did you really think I'd play your little game forever? You're staying right here until you tell me where all the stuff you've stolen has gone. You're going to tell me everything I need to know to send you to jail for a long, long time."

I smirks at him "And how you gonna...."

"I'M TALKING, YOU'RE LISTENING" he roars. Which shuts me up sharpish.

"I've already started to put the word round that you've done a runner so none of your so-called mates will be the slightest bit surprised if they don't see you any more. More importantly, no-one is going to come looking for you. Which means I can keep you locked up here for just as long as I like." and then he leans against the wall and goes back to just staring at me.

Now I'm worried...