Tell Me (A PewDieCry Fanfiction Mystery)

Chapter 8

Hey guys, another chapter... Yeah.

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Minx POV:

I watch the man leave, and wonder why I'm here, why is Ken here? How does that man know my name? I work on getting the rope off from around my feet, within a few moments I make some progress and somehow untie my feet. I move my chair closer to Ken and nudge him with my foot, I get no response from him.

I kick him, slightly hard, but still no response. I can only think of one more thing, so I bring my foot back as far as I can, silently apologize to Ken for what I'm about to do, and kick him as hard as I can in the leg. Ken grumbles something, but doesn't wake up. I look around the room for anything useful and my eyes land on a knife laying on a table, free for anyone to grab it. I scoot the chair over to the table that holds the most useful thing in this room and turn to where my back is facing the table. I stand up as best as I can with the chair attached to me, and reach for the knife with my hands, which are tied really tight let me tell you.

I feel the cool metal of the blade as my hands graze it. I move my hands towards where the handle would be and have a slight feeling of relief come over me. I try to position the knife where I can cut the rope holding me in place, when I hear someone lurking on the other side of the door to the basement I'm in. I get the knife in the right angle, and start cutting the rope, I flinch as I accidentally cut myself several times. The rope drops off my arms after a few seconds and I am freed from the chair, but the chair falls and make a loud noise as it drops to the ground. I hear the doorknob turn and see the man walk in with an angry look on his face. I quickly take the duct tape off my mouth and grip the knife tightly, holding it in front of me. I feel brave, until Ken says my name.

"Mi- Minx?" He blinks his eyes and gives me a confused look, which turns to a look of horror as he sees something I don't. I quickly turn my head back to face the man, but it's too late. He stands in front of me and wears a large, spine tingling grin. The next thing I know, he knocks the knife out of my hand and grabs my hair, dragging me and my chair back over to Ken, who is watching with a horrified look on his face. Ken's face is the last thing I see before I'm knocked out.

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Poor Minx.

Sorry I didn't post yesterday guys... It 'twas a bad day...

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