Hostage

Part 3

I woke back up in the pitch black my head was throbbing along with my side I could barely move without screaming in pain, I don’t even know what happened all I remember is staring at Sean through a TV and then I remember pain in my side then I blacked out. I slowly sat up careful not to inflict too much pain on myself, I lifted myself off the ground and touched my side where I felt the warm liquid dripping all over my side, suddenly it hit me I was stabbed!

“Ah look who is awake.”

“Why did you do you-you jerk!”

“It’s to prove a point sweetheart.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“What are you going to do? Punch me sweetheart”

“Yes!”

“You try doing that.” I got up off of my pathetic butt with all the pain it was excruciating I could barely handle it but I got up and swung a weak punch angled at his face but instead made contact with nothing but air. I heard a chuckle come from next to me, my vision was blurry yet again and I could barely see, but I heard loud and clear the sound of a gun being cocked back to get ready to fire.

“Want to try that again sweetheart?” I gulped and slowly lifted my head to meet his gaze the barrel of the gun was pointed to my forehead his finger ready at the trigger ready to blow my brains out.

“I would shoot you, but you’re worth more money alive rather than dead”

“W-why am I worth so much money?”

“You don’t know?”

“No”

“You’re worth over sixty thousand dollars! All for your fighting skills” My mind was blown how could I be worth so much money just for being able to fight?

“Then why did you stab me?!”

“To make Sean wake up and realize more stuff like this could happen to his pretty little girlfriend if he doesn’t get the money here fast enough, first it will be the three thousand dollars then another three thousand and so on and so forth till he gets us sixty thousand dollars in two weeks or else you, my dear sweetheart will be dead.”

His words held so much power and satisfaction as he spoke like he thought he would actually get away with this, Sean will be out there looking for me he’ll find me soon I just know it. I started to shiver it was getting really cold in here and all I had was my bloody tank-top, my shorts and my jacket not enough to keep me remotely warm to keep the infection out of this stupid gash that was sitting on my side still bleeding and it didn’t look like it was going to stop any time soon.

“Can I have something to stop the bleeding?” my head was getting lighter and my vision was getting blurrier from the blood loss.

“Here” I got tossed a dirty looking rag I’ll probably get an infection or something from this but I need something to stop the bleeding. I collapsed to the floor falling against the wall, I sat there unable to move I couldn’t see anything anymore and my hearing was gone as well but I could still feel everything, I could feel the towel being pressed against my side and I could feel the cold concrete against my skin as I sat there almost lifeless.