Blue Eyes Ransom

Chapter 11- The Man

I sat in the corner of my dad's office, playing with my barbies and stuffed animals. Each one had its own little name: Worshall, Shully, Ojo, ect.

"For the last time, Matthews," I heard my dad roar, "we are not investing fifteen million into your forest clearing project in Belize!"

"Sir, this could double our profit!" The other man begged.

I took two stuffed animals and pretended they were Daddy and the other man.

"I don't care if it triples our profit! There are endangered animals to be considered, the environment itself for Christ's sake! Do you know how hypocritical it would seem that Green Lakes, a company founded for environmentally friendly smart-buildings to tear down 1000 square miles of South American Rainforests, just to go build another headquarters?"

"We're going international!" The mam scoffed.

"Not in Belize we're not!"

"You don't understand Arthur!" he yelled.

"Matthews, I'm afraid you don't understand. If you don't feel the way the rest of the company feels, I'm going to have to ask you to leave this establishment."

"Fine! But you'll regret this!"

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A screeched at the top of my lungs as a knife was gently sliced across my neck. It hurt like hell, but I knew that it wasn't fatal. Blake was the one holding it. Of course it wouldn't be fatal. It did hurt tho. I cried and cried, but Blake wouldn't talk to me, not even look at me. He kept his eyes on my neck and the knife.

Benny looked into the camera that Matthews was holding. "You're running out of time, Kenny!" Benny screeched. "Two hundred million dollars! Every day you don't pay, your little angel gets another cut. Maybe one day our boy will accidentally... get too deep." He smirked as all of a sudden, a knife was pulnged into my arm. I let out a blood curdling scream.

"Please! Stop! Please stop!" I cried. I cried so hard. It's a wonder my parents couldnt hear me crying from wherever they were.

"We're losing our patience, old man!" Benny screamed. "She's been here for two weeks. Your deadline for three months has been reduced to two." He snickered. At once I felt relief as the knife was taken out of me and I heard the camera beep, announcing it was no longer recording. Matthews walked out of the room quickly, probably to send it. I looked over to Blake.

"B-Blake," I cried, looking at him. "Help me." Then he did something that just made me lose all hope of getting out of this God fosaken prison.

"I can't get involved with buisness." He ran out of the room angrily.

I let out a hopeless cry as Benny untied me from the chair and helped me up. I knew I hated Benny, but I couldn't help but cling onto him. I cried in his shirt, probably staining it. But I didn't care at that point.

Why? Would would Blake put me through this tortue? Is he like bipolar or something? Forst, he hates me and wants to see me die, then he's all sweet to me, then back to the torture chamber we go. Then, amist everything, he kisses me and tells me he loves me?? Then, not an hour later, he's slicing up my neck. I hate him. I hate him so much. I thought that there was some humanity in him, the way he took care of me, the way he made me feel safe for that short amount of time. But he has to ruin it everytime with a knife to my neck or his hand to my face. I don't know what to think. My mind feels like jello.

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I shivered in the corner of the torture room. It had been two weeks since Matthews took over the house. I had been tortued every day that my parents didn't pay. All I could wonder is why they didn't pay. knew we weren't the richest people in the world, but we were very, very well off. Well off enough to pay the two hundred million. Was it because I wasn't worth it? Was I not worth their life savings? What was it?? Anyway, Benny had been comng in, along with Rico, to tend to my needs- food, water- medical assistance. They'd help me clean up my wounds, and I actually at one point had my casts off. My arms and legs were still slightly broken, but I could walk with only a little pain, and I could handle stuff. Benny had helped me walk again and took the casts off himself. I never knew Benny actually could be nice, besides the perverted jokes he manages to pull out of his butt every time he comes in. I'm too weak to complain though, or say anything negative towards Benny. At least I see someone who's being nice to me. He was pretty much the only one. There was Blake who would cut and beat me up, then Matthews, recording the whole thing. Sometimes Benny would take a swing, but not as often as Blake.

My thoughts were interupted when I heard a knock at the door. At once, my face lightened up when I thought it would be Benny with food. Then I saw a face I hadn't seen in a week.

Blake.

Then Benny followed in. I let out a sigh when I saw neither of them had weapons. "We're taking you to your room," Blake mumbled. He quickly leaves.

What the hell? "We're taking you to your room?" That's the first thing he says to me in two weeks? Then leaves?

Benny sighed and picked me up. "He's... Conflicted," he said with a shrug. I didn't say anything. Conflicted? Excuse me? He started heading out the door and took me to my room. I snuggled close to him but pulled away when I felt lips on my head. I looked up at him.

"Don't do that," I looked at him angrily. "Then you'll be just like him."

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