I woke up... scared. I was in a dark room, and I heard voices coming from another room "... And for every minute we don't get our ransom, we cut her. If we don't get it in a hour, she dies!" Cut? I looked at my arm... and wished I hadn't. Thirty red cuts ran down my arm. Then the pain set in, and it felt like my arm was on fire!!! I was scared. Really scared. My breathing got heavier, my heart started to race. I couldn't help what happened next: "HELP!!! HELP!!!" I SCREAMED! That's when they walked in.
"Ah, look she is awake."
"Yes, this next cut is going to hurt."
"Our ears." One of them bent down. He was carrying a knife. My heart picked up even faster. The blade touched me. Then it sliced in, slowly. I screamed "AUGHH!!!" I was almost crying. I wasn't less scared. "Why are you doing this?" I sobbed.
"Why?" said one.
"Because..." He bent down on one knee, on eye level with me. "...it's fun." said the other. They were crazy. You always here about these crazy people, but you never think about them... until you're their victims.
"Oh look, another minute has passed." I screamed.
"She seems to scream everytime we cut her." He looked a me like I was a science project. Part of his sick delusion.
"I can give you money." I said.
"We don't want your money." He said.
"We want their money, and we have the perfect hostage." said the other.
"You're one of the brightest minds of this generation. They'll do anything to get you back."
"Anything... look another minute." I screamed again as he cut me.
"You're right she does scream everytime we cut her." then everything became a blur. Another minute passed, I screamed. Another minute, I screamed. One minute, one scream. I was getting closer and closer to sixty cuts. That was when I'd die.
Then something happened. I heard a noise, a gunshot. The glass window broke, and one of them fell to the ground.
"Wh..." said the other, but he never finished. He was on the floor too. Both were dead. Then I passed out.
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