The Boss

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A/N Thanks again for all of the support on my first book, Nightmares Alive! Sorry that my past couple of chapters have been short... the size of my chapters depend on the scene. Besides, who doesn't like leaving their readers in suspense? :D Anyways, I can't express how much I am grateful for people wanting to read my work every time I write! <3 Amanda

I was forced down into a leather couch in front of the love seat that the man was once sitting in. Bernie and Chuck plopped down on both sides of me and took off my mouth covering.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had been quiet for too long. "How do you know my name?"

Bernie groaned, "We told you to shut up Sarah..." At least he didn't call me kid.

"I. Don't. Care. I wake up in the middle of, well, no where! I know no one, and I am robbed of the ability to speak?!?! That's hard on a girl, you know."

Chuck sighed, "Sorry Boss, she's tough."

What? Boss?!? "Hold up, YOU'RE the boss?" I commanded to know.

Boss chuckled at me. "Feisty, are we? Haha. Well, Sarah, all you need to know is that you are in good hands."

"Oh, ok. I'm taken away, I am sitting right in between the people that kidnapped me, and now I am told that I am in good hands?" I laughed. "You know what? I probably am in good hands!"

Boss scoffed. "I'm the one asking questions, not you. But you are in good hands. You'll see."

I mentally groaned for the second time as he continued to talk. "You see, Sarah, your special-"

"Well duh, my parents try to let me know that every day..."

"Bernie? Behind the house is some duct tape."

As Chuck grabbed a hold of both my arms, Bernie reached behind the house and pulled out some heavy duty black duct tape out of a cardboard and put some over my mouth. When Boss nodded in approval, he smiled and dropped it back into the box behind the couch.

Thanks a lot...

"Where was I? Oh yes, your special Sarah. Not the normal type of special. You are gifted. Very gifted."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Yes you are. You just don't know it. Let me explain."

He pulled out what looked like a pistol. I squirmed to get away, but the two men held me down.

Oh no oh no oh no!!!

He aimed right at my forehead.

Right at my brain.

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