Adopted by Mithzan

Our Chance

(Jacob's POV)

Many weeks went by and Chris and I are still kidnapped. It became a frequent thing for the man to get completely wasted and beat the shit out of the both of us. Once a week the man would take his knife and cut our arms and legs, me one day and then Chris the other day. One day when he wasn't beating us I asked Chris, "how did he find you?"
"I was adopted shortly after you left and a while later he bursts through my home when my adoption parents were not home and took me." Chris said. I just looked at the ground and sighed.
"How did he get you?" Chris asked.
"The woman pretended to have a sprained ankle in an alley then he knocked me out when I tried to help her up." I responded.
"Dang tha-" Chris tried to reply but the man interfered, "hey! shut the fuck up! You can gossip later when I sell you off! But until then shut it!" The man yelled. We both got quiet immediately.

(Max's POV)

Adam and the others from the offices wanted to have a funeral for Jacob, because they think that he is dead. Even though he has been gone for 4 months I still believe that he is out there. I turned down the funeral and compromised it to just be a small little get together with everyone at the offices to remember Jacob since not many people were close with him. The others may say that they miss him, but not as much as I have.

(One week later)
(Jacob's POV)

"Oh boys!" The man said, "I just got off of the phone with the buyer, he is coming next week to get you."
Both Chris and I just stared at him blankly. The man then chuckled and left for a celebratory drink once again. As he left I nodded to Chris for our "daily" thing to try and wriggle free or find something to cut is out of the ropes but once again nothing. I sighed from complete defeat and said, "this is hopeless, we are never going to escape."
"Come on you can't give up yet!" Chris said trying to reignite the desire to leave within me.
"Thanks, but I don't know anymore." I said even more depressed now than a few moments ago. We were abruptly interrupted by the man when he came back, drunk, with his knife. "Here, hold this." He said as he was going to stab my arm, but I moved out of the way in time for it to just get stuck in the arm of the chair. The man laughed and left once again to get even more wasted than he already is. At first I thought nothing of it but when I realized what he gave us I nearly squealed. "Chris." I whispered.
"Yeah?" Chris responded
"Look." I said motioning my head towards the knife. Chris's eyes nearly lit up with hope when he saw and realized what I was trying to say. "This is our chance," I said, "we better take it."