"Give me a boulder of pure gold," the mans cruel face whispered. He leaned over me, one hand gripping the chair I was tied to. Rain pelted at the cement spreading in different directions. Drops slid down their faces, one building up at the tip of the muscular man's nose, almost falling before he wiped it away.
"It's not working Jacol!" The stern looking women shouted over the rain, "Something's not right!"
How could I get out this mess? I wouldn't tell them what to say. Not unless there was no other choice. What can I do? I can't let them use me...
Finally I thought of something. Trembling, I manoeuvred myself to one side and slowly started reaching for my pocket knife which was clipped onto my belt. The whole time keeping my eyes on the two to make sure they weren't watching.
"What's wrong with you!? Give me what I want!" The man named Jacol commanded grasping my neck firmly in his sweaty, thick fingers. I stiffened, finally getting a hold of my knife.
Only a quarter of the ropes to go, I thought sawing away while keeping my eyes on the two.
"Umm," I said trying to keep him busy so that he wouldn't tighten his grip on my sore neck. He did just the opposite, making me cough and sputter for air. My lungs started to burn and felt as though they were collapsing. I opened and closed my mouth, for air that couldn't reach past my throat. My body went limp and I felt the muffled sound of my knife falling onto the soft moss below my feet.
The only thing I could do was let the tears run down my face.
