Kidnapped

Tourture and Truth

Thoughts of Emmalina are replaced with fear. Surrounding us are knives, guns, and a bunch of other gadgets that I really don’t want to have to explain.
    We were lead to four handcuffs just like the one’s in the cell and strapped in. I watched as Marisa was captured, and she didn’t even try to fight it. Her body simply went limp, with no hope left in of returning home.
    I think Liam would have fought, but when he saw Marisa a pain flashed before his eyes and he followed her example. Their good mood from kissing earlier was gone.
    Harry struggled, but it didn’t do any good. The men were too strong,and once he was strapped in he could barley even move.
    I did the same as Harry, not because I thought we had a chance of getting out but because I wanted nothing more than to escape the pain that was to come.
    A man took off his mask, revealing short brown hair, a long nose, and green eyes. “Why heellllooo there.”
    He was the leader, I knew. I said nothing. “My name is Hefter. If you do as I say it won’t hurt quite as bad.”
    “Liar,” I managed through my lips, but it was soft.
    Hefter made his way over to me, “I think I’ll start with this one.” He was purring with glee, and Marisa’s head snapped up. Anger filled her cheeks but she did nothing. What could she do?
    “Oh, joy. I’ve always wanted to be tortured first. Me and my sister used to fight about it ALL the time.” I was surprised the words came out without me breaking down into sobs, but my voice did crack slightly at the end. I hoped he didn’t notice.
    Hefter just grinned, “Is that so? Then perhaps I’ll let you pick what device gets to cause you agony. A laser? Sword? Ax?”
    I said nothing, just stared at him and tried not to cry. I didn’t want him to have that satisfaction. “Or perhaps we should just go with a knife. That’s slower.”
    A strange sound came from my throat.
    Hefter laughed happily. “Oh, yes, a knife it is.” He stepped closer to me, closer, and rested the blade on my throat. It was cold and I wished that I could pull away. “I think I’ll start with your face.”
    A tear escaped to my horror. That seemed to cause Harry to loose it, and he began screaming his head off. He yanked on his handcuffs and caused blood to spurt from his wrists.
    Marisa was just gaping at the man, and she looked like she really wouldn't mind him dying in a hole. Liam was staring at Marisa, probably wondering about how he was going to sit through watching her be tortured. He closed his eyes and I hoped that he wasn’t imagining it, cuz’ the thought seemed pretty disturbing.
    Hefter ignored Harry’s pleas and screaming and turned back to me. “But where on the face? The eyes? The nose? No, I think the mouth. You have nice red lips. Let’s see if I can make them even redder.”
    Do not cry, I ordered myself. I closed my eyes and Hefter advanced and I listened to Harry’s crying, his screaming, his deep, ragged breaths. It did nothing to calm me.
    Suddenly, Harry’s sobs stopped. My eyes flashed open, turning to him to make sure he was still OK. He was, but he was staring at something behind Hefter. “What’s going on?” Harry asked, his voice uncertain.
    A man was behind him, in a black suit and a blue tie. “I think that the show is coming to an end, Tim.”



    Even though I didn’t hear any screams coming from Kayla, I didn’t open my eyes. I waited and waited, but finally I opened them. Standing before us were 4 people holding huge video camera’s, a guy holding a microphone, and a guy with a fancy suit that was grinning right at us. What was going on?
    “Louis, it was just getting to the good part,” Hefter, or was it Tim, says. He grins.   
    “What the hell is going on?!” Kayla screams. The rest of us just standing there, eyes wide.
    “Liam Derain, Kayla Thomas, Marisa Drew, and Harry Derain, welcome to the show KIDNAPPED!” He stepped closer. “For the last week, we have been putting you through different circumstances to see how people your age would react! We weren’t really planning on Liam and Harry coming along, but adding romance to this show was just what we needed.”
    I couldn’t process what they were saying. “Wait- You’re saying...we almost DIED for a TV show?!”
    “Yeah! And let me just say we got the most hits ever!” The guy says. “The kidnappers were pretty good actors, don’t you think?”
    I turned to look at the others. Harry was just staring, mouth open, Liam eyebrows were narrowed and he was opening and closing his mouth like a fish, and Kayla looked like she was about to explode. I probably was a mix of all of them.
    “HOW IS THIS NOT ILLEGAL?!” Kayla screamed.
    “We know people.” Louis said, smiling.
    “How did you know we were going to go to the park that night?” I ask.
    “We were just patrolling the town, looking for some kids to nap,” Tim says.
    Liam and Harry lunged forward and tried to attack them. No such luck.
    “Whoa, settle down!” Louis took a step back. “You’re perfectly fine.”
    My ears felt like they were smoking steam. “Fine? We had to fight snakes, pumas, gorillas, and bulls, Liam broke his arm, Harry got stabbed in the stomach, Kayla hurt her ankle, I got a boo boo, both of the guys were run over- well, that was our fault- chased multiple times, a bookshelf fell on me, Kayla shot me into a river, we broke a chandelier, we destroyed an ice cream shop, met Taylor Swift, met Stephen Jerzak, broke a motorcycle, robbed a Candy Store...” I paused. “What am I forgetting?”
    The whole crew laughed. “You’re perfect in front of a camera!”
    I realized with fear that they saw me and Liam kiss. And so did everyone else watching. I turned to Kayla. She looked a tinny bit embarrassed.
    “You people are messed up!” Liam said. “Let us go!”
    “We will, but we have to interview you in a few hours,” Louis said. “Then, I promise we will get you a private jet back home! You should be thankful.”
    “THANKFUL?!” Harry shouted. “G    ive us one good reason.”
    Louis leaned in closer. “Well, for one thing, you both got to kiss these girls. And, when you get home, you will be practically famous!”
    I looked down, my face burning.
    “Just let us out of these handcuffs so I can kick your balls, por favor?” Kayla says, lunging forward as well.
    They laugh again. “You’re perfect! Come on, let them out.”
    One of the guys hits a button and the handcuffs immediately fall off.
    “Now, who wants to watch the show?”