India White

Chapter 18

I starred at the woman blankly. "My family? I don't really remember." I told her.

"Oh really?" She asked. She walked over to a desk at the opposite end of the room, opened a drawer, and pulled out something. Then she walked back over to me.

"Does this ring a bell?" She was holding up a picture frame with people in it.

I looked at it for a good 2 minutes, then looked back at her. "No. I don't recognize it."

Her eyes suddenly widened extremely. "Liar!" She shouted. I was taken aback. I didn't expect her to do that.

She quickly calmed herself. "I will ask you again. What do you know about these people?" She asked, flustered and waving the picture frame in the air.

"I told you!" I said. "I don't know abutting anything!"

She starred at me in disbelief. Then she quickly advanced.

Before I knew it, she was upon me, holding a knife against my throat. "You scream," she said on the same nasty, unpleasant tone the man earlier had, "And you die."

I help perfectly still, not even willing to breathe. "I told you." I said, my voice quivering. I don't know anything." My voice was nothing but a hushed wisper. "Please don't hurt me!" I pleaded.

She looked at me warily. Then, she laughed. She laughed and laughed and laughed, her eyes bulging out of her head. "Not a chance."

She brought the knife back to my throat and cut a small slit on the side of it. I could feel the warm blood trickling down the side of my neck. The cut burned with agony.

"Oooh, are you hurt?" She cooed. I still didn't move. "Oh, I see how it is. You think you can wait me out. You think that I'll eventually let you go, don't you!?" She slapped my face with her cold, knuckly hand.

The slap was painful, and I could tell that it left a deep red hand mark on my face.

"Take her away." The woman spoke in a harsh voice.

Without a word, two masked men uncuffed me from the chair and the world around me turned black. When I woke up,  I was all alone in a dark cell, the only door leading in and out of the room bolted shut.

So, I guess she finally gave up on making me talk for the day, I though.

I shivered in the goodness of the room and my stomach growled. It was just then that I realized how hungry I was and how alone I felt.

Someone would come for me eventually, right? I kept thinking to myself.

They will come, I'm sure of it.