My Hero Day and Knight

Dying Wish

My eyes fluttered open then they would close again. My energy was completely depleted. I barely had enough strength to hold my head up for a brief second as soon as I heard the door open and seen the men that kidnapped me walk in, covered in blood and holding a .45 in their hands.

"Well, well, well. Look who's finally awake."

Of what I could see, one of the men walked towards me. He crouched down and gripped my face tight with his hand.

"No ones going to save you now. After what we do to you, no one is going to have the time and no one is going to find all of the pieces so they can put you back together. There will be so many pieces of you scattered through out LA, it'll take years to find the rest of you. Now, let's have a little fun."

He let go of my face and stood back up, towering over me. I know I'm going to die. What else could I do? I had no way of getting free, or if I do, I wouldn't have the strength to fight. 110 pounds of muscle wouldn't do it. In my state, I would either collapse from exhaustion, or die from it one. Either way, I'm going to die, slowly and painfully.

I struggled to speak, but I managed to get a few words out.

"If you're going to kill me...........just kill me.............make it quick..............."

I said, glancing at the blurred figures then my head started to droop low.

I didn't want to go through this anymore. I want to die. Being put through hell like this would make anybody just want to be killed quickly. I started to question myself: "Am I ever going to see Mick again? How would I get out of here if I managed to get free?" The guy pulled my face up.

"No. We're going to watch you suffer and writhe in pain. We're going to enjoy hearing you scream. Scream as loud as you can. No ones going to hear you."

I began to scream with what breaths I did have to spare as scorching hot blades cut deep within my arms. The smell of burning skin filled my nose. I screamed as loud as I possibly could, hoping that someone can hear me and come to my rescue and I was hoping that it would be Mick. But no one came.

Minutes had passed that seemed like hours. My arms and legs and face throbbed with pain. With such pain, I could pass out any minute and I was hoping to and not to wake up again. My breathing hurt as my ribs were broken and cracked. My lungs felt like someone was stabbing them with a knife. The smell of blood was heavy as my own seeped from my body onto the cold, hard, concrete flooring. I prayed to God to go ahead and take me from this world. I couldn't bare the pain anymore. The men laughed in enjoyment. Taunting how I was weak and less fun than when they first kidnapped me, how I didn't put up a fight anymore, that I gave into the pain. By now, I would have gone into shock, but the cuts were thin and deep. I felt cold. I could feel death and darkness welcome me. I could feel myself slowly slipping away each minute. I am nothing more than a mouse in their maze. It became a game to them. Each one of them had their own special way of torture. The first guy, his was cutting thin and deep cuts all over my body. The second guy's was breaking my ribs. I didn't know what else to expect. My heartbeat went up and down up and down each time an excruciating pain would shoot through my entire body like a lightening bolt. I felt my body slump over to the floor to where I was looking at their feet. I watched as they finally walked away, only then to discuss how they were going to torture me some more, or how they were going to rip my body to pieces and where to scatter the parts. My eyes started to grow heavy and my breathing started to slowly slow down just as when I heard gun shots and screams ring out from other rooms and another noise I couldn't explain. Someone has found me and they're coming to rescue me. The noise sounded like a snarling of some animal and roaring of a lion. Every little noise sounded off in a distance or down in a hole or in a tunnel. The echoes of the screams of men being killed and gun shots by those seeing their killer, trying to defend themselves. Everyone of them deserves to die. They deserve to be tortured the way I was, but more intense.

Everything grew silent, but footsteps came running to me when I seen a man rushing to me and reaching down to my face. I am dying and it's too late for him to save me.