He was right. There were no objects I could use or any other way to escape. I glanced at the small broken mirror hanging in the bathroom, my blue eyes stood out against my pale skin and my lips were withered to crinkled versions of what they should be. I looked terrible, if anyone saw me in this condition, they won't be able to recognize me.
I signed as I removed my shirt and torn pants that I had been wearing for days. I turned the shower on and immediately flinched as the cold water touched my bare skin. After using the toilet and pouring some water on myself, he started banged on the door and yelling for me to "Get out".
I had nothing else to wear so I washed the same old clothes in the sink and wore them again.
Just as I took a single step outside he grasped my hand and handcuffed it to the headboard again. "Now let's get to business, shall we," he demanded, looking straight into my eyes.
"I ask you a question and you answer it truthfully. If you do that you'll be out in no time".
"Oh really! How stupid do you think I am?," I remarked.
He chuckled "I guess you won't be stupid enough to get yourself killed, huh".
I knew I was going to get killed sooner or later, then why should I even help him?.
"Now tell me where your passport is?".
"And what makes you think I'm going to tell you that", I snapped.
I pissed him off bad, he smashed the gun onto my forehead, nearly blinding me in the process. I felt the blood oozing out of the wound, flowing down my face as I felt it's metallic taste inside my mouth.
"If I ask you something, you better do it, if you don't, who knows what I might do" he growled and clasped my face in his hand. I started laughing but soon it turned into a coughing fit." What's so funny?" He asked with his eyebrows arched.
"you're not going to get a word out of me! why don't you kill me already, you asshole".
He started shaking his head " tsk, tsk, I'm not going to let you die so easily, not until I get what I want but...." He paused, "someone else might die because of you".
He pulled out his cellphone and opened the gallery showing me a picture of some girl. I squinted my eyes trying to figure out who it was.
tall, brown skin and blue eyes. My eyes widened in horror.....No..No..it can't be her.
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Mystery / Thriller"What do you want from me?", I managed to utter. He looked me in my eyes and whispered"Your life, that's it". He smirked and let go of my head. ******** Being kidnapped is hard but being kidnapp...
