A Black Girl Story

Chapter 15

*Warning this chapter has sexual content in it. If you cannot handle this then I advice you to not read.*
                               
                                        Catching Feelings

                          "Sometimes the heart sees what
                     is invisible to the eye." - H. Jackson Brown Jr

Ziara Pov

Randys men strapped me in a chair. "How does it feel to know your going to die?" Randy asked me. My hands where tied behind my back and I smiled. "Well I don't know im pretty sure its not going to happen." I smartly said back. Our conversation was interrupted by a man coming in the room. "This Ziara is my best killer and hes excellent at torture." he was saying to me making me roll my eyes.

"Also im going to leave this here and record all your screams so I can send the tape and your dead body personally to Eli." he said setting a tape recorder next to me and grinning.

The man who came in earlier had spread a sheet of sharp metal weapons across the table near me. The gaurds who were behind me walked to the front of the room next to Randy. Perfect, I thought. Their was a knife in my shoe. Don't ask me how I even got one in their, lets just say I work miracles. Stupidly they didn't strap my legs down so I moved my right leg back under the chair. "Im sorry Ziara I can't stay and watch the show, but I have business to attend to." Randy said before leaving.

The guards left also right behind Randy so I wouldn't have to put up much a fight. I waited until the man wasn't looking at me. I finally got my chance when he was distracted by the view of the tools. My right foot was behind the chair and I banged it as silently as I could so the knife could come out a certain length.

I banged it twice and it moved out a little. "You know I enjoy killing people its one of my passions." The guy spoke out. He was still looking at the tools and cleaning them. I hit my foot a little harder and the knife was finally out halfway, the length I needed it to be. I could tell because of the weight it gave off.

I took a quiet small breath because I only had one shot at this or its game over for me, well unless I go to plan B. Most likely plan B ain't gone work so im stuck with plan A.

With all my leg strength I popped my leg as much as the chair allowed me to and felt the knife fly up into my hands. I should be awarded best assassin of the year thank you very much. I felt the cold piece of metal in my hands as I flipped it so it could be faced down and began cutting the rope around my wrists.

The guy finally turned my way an held a weird looking long ass knife in his hands. Oh hell no, my mind screamed. I kept cutting and cutting as fast as I could before he came any closer to me. "Its my job to make sure I kill you painfully and slow." he said walking towards me. He looked psycho to begin with and seeing him with a weapon makes him look like some man that was cut out of a horror movie. "So Ziara do you want me to start here or here?" he said.

He had the end of the knife first on my chest then on my stomach. A small snap was heard in the room but I was the only one that took interest in it. My hands quickly came from behind my back with the knife in hand. "How about around here!" I screamed before stabbing him in the chest. He grabbed himself before dropping to the floor in front of me.

He slowly died until his face fell onto my feet and I gladly kicked him in the face to get him off of me. I got up and was about to leave the room but stopped and grabbed two weapons off the sheet.

One was a long decent size knife and the other was an mini axe. I knew that it was going to be people out their waiting for me so I had to come out prepared. I walked up to the door and slightly opened it and like predicted saw one dude on each side of the door.