Popping Popping Balloons with guns

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I awoke to the shrill cries of Isho through a old rag which was tightly wrapped around her face. My eyes were still adjusting to the darkness I could barely see the drips of blood splattering onto the floor from the rag. I wasn't sure whether the blood was hers so I looks straight into her eyes, the pure terror in her eyes was so clear I hadn't even realised I was chained down to a chair unable to move. I tried to move but the cold metal chains just rubbed my skin peeling parts away. The more I tried to escape this nightmare the more claustrophobic and dizzy I felt. I looked back at Isho and realised she was chained up against a wall with one hand free, hoping she had half escaped I glanced at her free arm only to see a gun duct taped to her bloody hand, the room had fallen silent as we had given up screaming and crying, we were both knackered and knew we were about to die so what was the point.

"Ahh so you have calmed down now my sweeties," boomed the evil voice followed by a twisted low echo.
"Well it's time to play then isn't it," she continued.
"Isho my dear you have 120 seconds to shoot the balloons with the targets on. You must not shoot the plain black balloon because that will release my previous, hungry tarantula children and we don't want that now do we," she then laughed and continued her speech," unfortunately for you there is two bullets and two targets, Oh and Amity dear you should really try not to fall unconscious next time because your now in your friends way of them balloons." Her evil cackle echoed through the small room changing into a deeper and monstrous growl.

I looked in the opposite way to where Isho was to see four balloons all black as night but two with targets on, looking carefully at the ones without targets I could see squirming and a movement inside. There literally were tarantulas in them balloons.

Bang!! Isho had shot the first balloon already without me even realising. I hadn't noticed but I was bleeding from the back of my head and I was loosing blood quickly, my eyes were drooping and I was breathing heavily, my vision was blurred and I could faintly faintly her pop goes the weasel being sung by young children.

All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel
The monkey stopped to pull up his socks
Pop goes the weasel !

The verse was followed by laughing and echoes.

All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel
The monkey thought it was such fun
POP GOES THE WEASEL!!!!!

A deep manly voice screamed in my ear.

"STOP, STOP IT PLEASE I BEG YOU GO AWAY PLEASE I'M SORRY FOR WHATEVER I DID TO DESERVE THIS, I'M SORRY !!!!" I cried wishing o be back at home in my nice warm bed watching Joe Sugg on YouTube.
"AMITY! get up quick we need to leave this room now!" Called Isho to me.

Isho dragged me out of the room hugging me close crying.
"Amity? Are you okay?" She asked me still crying.
All senses came back to me in a flush.
"Urm yeah I think so," I replied trying to think over the painful headache which stuck like glue in my head.
I told her my story starting from when I woke up.
"Oh my God ! What a bitch! Well basically I shot the gun shots in the last 10 seconds and I got the first one straight away but on the second gun shot I panicked and it went through the target balloon but also went through the other balloons, them beastly pets of hers hadn't quite recovered from the drop and freakishly the gun had been replaced with a knife I thought fast and cut the rags around me and made a run for a key which unlocked your chains. When I was unchaining you you were singing this bursary rhyme and I was scared if you but I knew you were still in there somewhere and then you screamed right down your ear and hear we are!" She explained to me.
"Oh my God, I hate this place I really do and by the way how did we get to that room anyway?" I questioned.
"Well I'm not exactly sure after you fainted I knelt on the floor to see if you were okay and then all of a sudden we were in chains and blood rinsed rags.


A/N

Excuse the bad quality if the picture I edited it myself

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