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VIII. Black Point

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" Right. Cause I would never lie to you, Holly Nelson."

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When a person passes out, they have a time frame of between thirty seconds and a minute to wake up before they are considered to be at the black point. The black point is a time frame of which you aren't alive nor dead, just breathing. It's considered to be close enough to a comma, or even death. 

At this very moment, Holly wished she had stayed in the black point. In the black point, Holly was sheltered, unable to be harmed by the men in front of her, or at least she wouldn't know she was being harmed. Instead though, Holly is wide awake, staring the man down in front of her who is holding a baseball bat in one hand as his other hand flies to her cheek. 

"How many fucking times do I have to ask you, bitch?" The sting remained on Holly's cheek as he placed the end of the bat up to Holly's chin, lifting it up enough so she could stare at him through glossy tinted eyes. "Who is he?"

Holly's words where trapped behind bubbled breaths and streaming tears stained with blood. "I'm telling you, I don't know." Holly cried, her hands tangled together behind the seat as they where being tied by a line of rope. "If I did I would tell you."

The Russian holding the bat turned back to the men behind him, earning a nod from all of them. He lifted the bat up, swinging straight for Holly's head as she let out a petrified scream. The bat barely missed her head, swinging straight into the taxi window behind her as shattered glass fell onto her shoulders like icicles on top of snow. 

Holly cried with absolute panic as he lowered the bat. His voice was irritated, hinted with exhaustion. "Tell me his name and I stop hitting you."

She couldn't even manage to get words out of her mouth as she looked back up at him. Her face was bloodied and bruised, small cuts lining her lips and cheeks. "I'm telling you, he never told me his name." 

Her breath hitched as he lifted the bat again, hitting the taxi behind her as she let out a hysterical scream. He hit it three times before being stopped by a man coming up behind him and placing his hand on the bat. 

He spoke, "Vladimir told us to keep her alive until she talks." 

The Russian cursed under his breath as he took small steps back, shaking his head as it lowered with disappointment. "It brings me no pleasure to do this, Holly." He faced her again. "You seem like a nice girl. One who cares for those around her." He placed his hands on his knees, lowering to Holly's level. "If you cared for your brothers, your mother, your father, anyone who you have in your life, I suggest you fucking speak before I do much worse to them." 

Holly peered at him, her breathing rising her chest with every fast motion. Her look was small and weak, while her words where the exact opposite.

"Fuck you." She spat, the most aggressive tone she had ever used in her entire 24 years of living. If Anna heard her now, she would just about have a heart attack.  

The man just stood there, shaking his head with an irritated smirk. "Okay bitch, you want to play tough with me? Let's see how tough you are with this-" He reached his hand back into his pocket, pulling out a knife. 

Holly leaned back as far as she could, immediately regretting her choice of words. He brought the blade up to the back of her neck, cutting a small sliver of skin that made Holly wince. More tears streamed down her face as she moved her head away from him while blood fell down to her white shirt.