The Kidnapping (my first story)

My eye...

A few hours later, I wake up with my mouth duck taped shut. I begin to panic and struggle against the ropes for a few seconds, then I remember where I recognise Alexander from. 'It was from the other day... he shot her... he shot my mother...' I think to myself, as i sit there in shock for awhile. Until, I hear the large metal doors opening once again. I look up scared, as I see Alexander again. He begins to walk over to me. Scared, I begin struggling against the ropes once again, not caring how raw my bare rists are getting. He walks up to me, holding a knife, a smirk plastered on his face. He places the knife up to my throat "stop struggling if you value your life." He orders me. I immediately freeze. He grabs my chin, holding my face in place. He pulls the knife away from my neck, bringing it up to my eye, lining it up, then pulling the knife away, swinging it back, piercing my eye. I try to escape his grasp, trying to avoid the piercing pain in my eye. Alexander smirks and chuckles to himself, pulling the knife out of my eye and walking away, closing and locking the door again. I sit there, crying from the pain, clenching my eye shut.