Hostage

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What was beside me was a knife. I've got an idea! I turned sideways and kicked off my shoes, then used my toes to get off my socks. I grabbed the knife with my toes. I brought the knife (using my feet) to my mouth and stuck the handle in my mouth. It tasted bad, but I didn't care. I just wanted out of here. I moved my tied hands from my back to beside me, bending one arm and stretching the other. I turned my head, dangling the knife over my hands and dropped it. I caught it as started cutting the ropes. Soon my kidnapper walked in. I shoved the knife in the back of my crop top, stabbing myself in the back by accident and started crying of the pain. I think the kidnapper thought I was crying because of the whip because he said "hurt? Hah! Good, guess what. You're gonna die tomorrow at 11:00am! It's gonna be slow and painful just like I said. Hah!" then he left. My eyes were the size of dodge balls. I was really scared now. I took the knife out of my crop top and started cutting the ropes again. Soon I finished cutting all the ropes tied around my hands, ankles, knees, and belly which was connected to the wall somehow. I got up thinking, 'okay, Brenna, what can I do to get out of this dark, creepy, building?' Suddenly, a light bulb flicked on in my brain. I forgot! My phone is in the back pocket of my booty shorts! I'm surprised neither of the bad people noticed it. I took it out and dialed my mom's number as fast as I possibly could. She answered after only 1 ring. "BRENNA!" she screamed into the phone. "Mom, call the police and bring them to West Avenue Elm Street house number 552. Hurry! If you don't make it in time, I will be dead. They're gonna kill me at 11:00am today! Call them now unless you want a dead child! I wanna live mom! I wanna live!" I cried into the phone, quiet enough that they wouldn't hear me upstairs, and she hung up. In 5 minutes flat, my mom showed up with the police and I ran to the door as they opened it and jumped into my mother's arms. I was crying tears of joy. "The kidnapper and his boss who whipped me are upstairs sleeping," I told the cops. Some ran upstairs, while others went and searched the house. "Brenna, what happened to your face? And your back is bleeding really badly!" my mom said as I was squeezing the crap out of Jenna. I was glad to see my sister again! "Well, the kidnapper hit me a lot, and threw me around, literally, then tied me in the corner of a room. Then his boss came and gave me some kind of shot, and I woke up, tied in a chair, in the middle of another dark room. Then, the kidnapper's boss asked me a whole bunch of questions that I didn't even know the answers to. Every time I tried to answer, she whipped me. Then I was tied in the corner I was before again, and saw a knife laying on the floor, so I got it, and cut the ropes. That's how I got this cut on my wrist. Then the kidnapper walked in so I shoved the knife into the back of my crop top, and accidentally stabbed myself. When he left, I finished cutting all the ropes and called you!" I summarized the story of what had just happened to me. The 3 of us hugged, as the kidnapper and his boss were being dragged down the stairs in handcuffs, thrown in the back of the police car, and driven off to prison.

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