Kidnapped

Chapter 5: Questioning

He dragged me into a small room with nothing but a table and chair. He dropped me in the chair and walked to the other side of the table. He sighed and pulled out the biggest collection of weapons I had ever seen in one coat. He had 3 guns, a few wicked look knifes, and many other creepy things I didn't know the names of.

"So, I don't want to have to use these on you, but if you don't tell me why the h*ll you are on the run I will have to. So I suggest you start talking."

My eyes widdened in fear. What does he want from me? What did I do to deserve this?

He picked up one of the knifes and stabed it into the table right next to my hand. If his hand had slipped I could have lost a finger.

"Little b*tch! I told you to START TALKING!" He yelled angerly

I jumped back and said, "I... I don't know what your talking about."

"You are on the run! Don't try to lie! You have been missing for 10 days and everyone is freaking out trying to find you."

I have been missing that long?

"Talk to me now." he picked up a weird weapon that looked like the end of a mace and rolled it around his hand, leaving miniscule drops of blood all over his palm. I didn't want that thrown at my face.

"My parents were fighting, they were using fists and everything. They constantly abused me and I was sick of it. So I ran away." If he wanted a story, I might throw a few white lies in there. No one knows why I really ran except Jayden.

He turned away from his weapon and looked at me strangly, "Go on."

I sighed, "My friend Jayden had been kidnapped a week earlier, and for some reason he was out on the streets, wandering in a stupor and looked like he had gone mad."

He didn't take his eyes off me as i continued, "I ran over and shook him, I screamed his name over and over and told him who I was, then he looked right in my eyes and said, 'Marissa?' He remembered who he was but for some reason didn't know anything about his kidnapping, he didn't even remember he had been taken in the first place. It was like the last week had been completely erased."

"What did you do then?"

"He wouldn't go home, I wasn't so he stayed with me for protection, no matter how much I peladed with him to leave."

I looked away as I continued, "A couple days later we went into the local McDonalds for food, we hadn't eaten in 4 days and we were both starving. I went outside to order because I was the better liar so he stayed outside so we wouldn't destory our cover."

"And then?" He asked

"Sarah was in there, and was freaking out, everyone thought I was dead. I had to bring her outside to calm her down and explain why I left, then we went back inside to order our food. That was when you toke us both."

He laughed and said, "That was quite a story! You had a lot of nerve to leave home, and look how you have to pay now!"

Then I realized, I didn't know wwhat happened to Jayden. Oh god.

I started to scream, "Where is Jayden!!! If you hurt him I will..."

He chuckled,"Do what? Your to late anyway. I did what I had to do."

"Tell me what you did to him!" I screamed.

He just laughed and said, "Maybe another time, but right now I will tell you something else."

I scowled but continued to listen anyway.

"You see, your parents want you back, very very badly. They have a reward for who ever brings you back."

He paused to see my reaction and then continued.

"I want money, so I am going to put a ransom over your head."

I looked him in the eyes and said, "Why do you want money? And why would you choose me out of everyone to kidnap?"

"Well, you see, your parents have quite a chunk of cash resting on your head. I need it to repay an old debt, and who doesn't want money?"

He laughed and threw a knife against the wall, leaving it stuck in the dark wood.

"You will be staying here, its a lot more secured than your last one."

I groaned, yeah, and thats exactly what I need right now.

"My friend will watch after you during the day while I go do my business, I'm sure you will get along just fine." He said while laughing. "Just don't object to what he says, his methods of punishment are a bit different than mine."

And then he left the room, slamming the door behind him.