Dragging my feet on the ground, my captors throw me down the stairs. Every step causes me to gasp in pain. Time seems to slow down around me. I can see flickering lights through the darkness of the mask. Unable to catch myself I slam head first into the pavement. Curling up, I let out a loud cry, followed by a cold chill of blood flowing out.

Why is this happening to me? I don’t understand. I haven’t done anything wrong to you. Thrown down the stairs of the apartment is beyond painful.

Muffled footsteps come closer. Sensing light shining on me, a kick hits my gut.

“Get up now.”

Fearing him, my elbows creak. While I try to stand, a gentle pull lifts me upright.

“Samuel we need to hurry. I don’t know why the hell you had to push the poor sap down the dam stairs. You most likely woke some people up.”

“Sorry pops, that bastard wasn’t listening to us. I had to show him a little pain for him to learn.”

“Well you fucked up. We aren’t being paid to cause a ruckus, but to grab him.” Pointing towards me, he moves his figure over to Sam. “Next time you pull this shit I’ll throw your own ass down those stairs. You hear me son?”

“I hear.”

“You better.” Pushing my back, he picks up his pace. “Greg. You and Sam get the van ready as I keep watch.”

Noticing a strong grasp on my shirt, I’m lifted up over someones shoulder. “I’ll make sure Sam keeps out of trouble.”

Bobbing up and down, I manage to loosen the sack over my head. Being able to see now, I search for Samuel.

Locking my gaze on a small youth, he looks like a typical gangster. Messy blonde hair and baggy clothes, his scrawny figure could make anybody laugh. However, he made a personal enemy of me and when I get out I’ll throw him off a fucking roof. We’ll see who gets the last laugh.

Swiftly we cover much ground. Running into alleys for two blocks, we finally made it to their getaway vehicle. Behind us, a gray haired man soon comes out. Watching us with stern eyes, he beckons Greg and Sam to hurry it up.

Ripping open the backdoor, I’m thrown into the back. With metal caging they used for wild animals, I realize there is no escape. Inside this light-less trunk, my anxiety goes out of control. It finally sets in, I’m in deep shit.

“Let me out! I haven’t done anything to you. You have the wrong person.” Taking a deep breath. “I promise I won’t say anything if you guys let me go. We can both go our own ways. I can even help you find the right person!”

The front door is abruptly opened. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Samuel, you guys have the wrong person. I can help you find the right one.”

Interrupting me. “I told you to shut up. We have the right mother fucker. Brown hair with a side of fucking stupidity.”

“What have I even done to you guys? I’m innocent!”

“Last chance pretty boy; be quiet or we’ll come back their and cut your tongue out.”

Dammit. They must be positive I’m their man. Having a getaway car during a random kidnapping? They must have that damn folder Richard showed me today. Fuck you Richard and fuck you Sam. No, I need to calm down. How the fuck can I be calm?!

I’m stuck inside of this piece of shit cage unable to see or hear. If only I can get out of here...And the only way out is the same way I came in...

“Sam you should let me out.”

“And why the fuck would I?”

Jingling the lock on my cage. “Because...You’ll regret it, when my father hears about this. When he knows I’m missing, you trio will be chopped up and feed to the dogs. Then the only one who will give a dam to remember you guys will be me when I’m pissing on your graves laughing. So do us all a favor and open the cage Sam.”

A brief moment elapses. One second two seconds. Is he still there, or did he leave the truck all together. Tapping the dash, Samuel gives out a low groan.

“You’re full of shit. I ain’t scared of anyone. If he wants you back it’ll only be after we ship your dismember corpse to his door step. Now shut the fuck up!”

Of course I’m full of shit, but a grunt like you wouldn’t even know it. Now stop being a panzy and let me out. Huh, I guess the only way out besides threatening him, would be pissing this twat off.

“I’m full of shit? You are too much of a pussy to even do it.” Hearing him contort in anger, I continue. “Oh, are you just scared to do it? It’s all right I understand. It’s that time of the month anyway. Being such a big pussy can cause emotional distress I hear. No worries, I promise to not tell anyone, Samantha”

“Youuuuu. Better stop….”

“What was that? Did I just hear a chicken? Or maybe that's the sound of you sucking your pops fat dick faggot.”

“I’m warning you, fuckface.”

“Huh? Am I hearing Samantha taking Greg’s dick up his ass now? I guess if Greg doesn’t want a bloody dick, that would be the alternative.”

“That’s fucking it. You piece of fucking shit, I’m going to bash your teeth out on the curb.”

Whispering to myself. “Ha. I would like to see a panzy try. Some scrawny fuck thinks he can do whatever he wants to me. He must be dreaming.”

Hurried footsteps come around the side of the van. A few attempts to open the back, Samuel steps up to the wired cage. Seeing a hint of hesitation, I give out a sigh.

“I guess I shouldn’t expect much. Once a pussy always a pussy. Right Samantha?”

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“Fuck you. I’m going to enjoy carving you up.”

Flashing a butterfly knife, he steps into my cage. Chuckling, I scoot into the corner. Pretending to look scared, I realize how crazy I’m being. Would I ever be this daring before? If I was mugged I wouldn’t try anything like this. Is it because I’m afraid of the unknown future or is it cause I enjoy the adrenaline rush?

Whimpering to myself, I wait for my opportunity. Five feet becomes four then three. Only two more feet before hes close enough. Flashing his knife in the street light, I make my move.

Rolling away from his first slash, I make more room between us. Recovering his stance, he charges at me blindly. One slash after another is dodged narrowly, feeling my clothes becoming streamers I finally see my opportunity. Visibly sweating, Samuel gives out a low snort before lunging towards me.

Realizing he missed again, he forgets about our distance. I reel back my legs and kick his knife. Crying out in pain, his knife is stabbed into his abdomen. Falling to the ground, I stand above him before twisting the handle. Seeing him sobbing on the ground, I hurried to remove my restraints.

“Oh, did you fall down some stairs Samantha? That looks pretty bad, let me take that knife out for you.”

I guess Sam isn’t in the mood to joke around any longer. I better take this knife and get out of here fast. I don’t want grandpa or Greg to realize Samuel is the one bleeding instead of me. But where would I go? I can’t go home, it is most likely under surveillance by one of the gangs. I guess I’ll take my chance laying low somewhere.

Gaining my bearings, I forget to remove my hood before leaving the truck. However, it’s already to late as I’m now standing right in front of the gray haired man.

Looking at me furiously, he says. “Where is my boy, Samuel at...”

What should I say? That I lured him to the back by calling him a pussy. Or how I dodged his sloppy stabs. Maybe about leaving him in the back bleeding out? None of those are good answers. I already dug myself deeper as is. Might as well go all the way.

Interrupting my thoughts, a bloody figure rolls out of the back of the trunk.

“Sam! What happened to you?” Rushing to his son, he try's stopping the bleeding. “Stay with me boy. What the hell where you thinking you dumb-ass.”

Thank you Samuel. You made a great distraction for me.

Using this god gifted chance, I make my escape. Running out towards the streets for help, I feel a burning sensation in my shoulder. For some reason my ears are ringing and a warm feeling flows down my stomach towards my legs. Touching my shoulder, I feel a sticky syrup. Bringing my fingers towards my face, I notice that its covered completely in red.

Red? Why is my shoulder all red. Where is my shoulder at? Where is the rest of my fucking arm at!? Did it just decided that I'm to fucking, bat shit crazy and just dissipated. It’s either that or I’m seriously bleeding out.

I can feel my legs slowing down. My hurried steps now feel like lead weights. I struggle to keep going on. Keeping my eyes down to my feet, I lean over. I try focusing on the trickles of blood falling down to keep me steady. With every step I feel the pain in my heart as it beats erratically. Thumb...thumb... thumb….is the only echo I can hear.

Seems like I’m all out of luck now. I think I got shot and my whole arm flew off. Oh, no its still their, hanging by the skin. I guess I made the wrong decision yesterday. Should’ve just been a good lemming and follow military orders. Haha, I guess my only wish is to be cremated, so they can’t experiment on me when I’m dead. Don’t want to be a zombie or anything.

Leaning against the alley wall, I leave a bloody mess as I slide down. Sitting upright, I can make out the images of Greg rushing over. Looking pale white, he nervously clips off the remains of my arm. He then stitches me up before placing an artificial graft over my wound. Seeing he succeeded in keeping me alive he turns towards the old man.

“Ralph. Your kid was just hurt. You didn’t have to blow off half of his body.”

“Fuck off Greg. I call the shots. You go pick up that prick and throw him in the back. I need to stitch up Samuel before he causes a bigger scene.”

Grunting to himself, Greg carefully drags me to the truck. Placing me into the cage, he lays me down and makes sure I can’t move around much. Noticing he was mumbling I strain my ears.

“I can’t keep doing this. To much shit and a sketchy job like this. I’ll retire after this, and propose to Carine.” Taking a deep breath he shouts. “Fuck it! You better not die or its my ass getting shot next.”

Watching him close the door, I’m all alone in the darkness once again. I tried counting numbers in my head, but the adrenaline is wearing off and my wound is throbbing. Clenching my teeth in pain, I curl my fingers until they draw blood.

I can’t go on like this. This pain is unbearable. I shouldn’t have tempted fate and should’ve went along with them all along. If I did, I would still have my arm. It’s not like they wanted me dead. Greg patched me up and was sweating balls thinking I was going to die. So I can at least infer someone wants me alive. It’s something to look forward to.

Noticing the door opening up again, I see another person being brought in. Judging by their constitution, they should be a male and my fellow prisoner. With hands bound together, he sits in the cage across from me. Bawling his eyes out, I’m surprised.

Why is he crying? I got my arm blasted off and didn’t shed a tear. I’m not weak willed like him… Their is always a way out, no matter what.

Listening to his sobbing, It started to affect me.

Groaning softly, I tried speaking. “Shut...up….”

“Hello? Is their someone here?”

“Yes. Please. Stop. I. Got. Shot. You. Make-ing. This. Worse.”

“Oh my god. Am I going to die like this? Let me out!”

Banging on his cage, he cries out like I did. Not using my tone, but crying about how hes a victim. Soon after the door opens and another person was brought in.

“Please let me go!”

Not shutting up, I notice the young man is asking Samuel to let him out.

Oh fuck. Samuel is going to rip him a new one.

Watching by the side, I see the woman being shoved into the cage next to me. Turning around, Samuel waddles over to the young man silently. Pulling out his knife he stabs the prisoner in the shoulder and twists it. Hearing the painful screams and sobbing, Samuel just laughs it off and walks out.

“Told. You. To. Shut. Up. Ha.ha.ha.”

Looking across from me, the woman is just sitting their blankly. With the bag over her face, I can see she is absent minded.

Seems like she is in a state of disbelief. I was in disbelief all day. I thought I was on a lucky streak, having sex and stuff. Instead karma came back and shot me in the ass. Literally.

Seeing no-one speaking, I introduced myself. “My. Name. Is. Will. Yours?”

After waiting a few minutes, the woman comes back to reality. Feeling my gaze, she starts shivering to herself. Crying softly to herself, I try ignoring my pain by overthinking.

Why is everyone crying. They should do something about it like I have. I stood up and fought off my captors, and am still alive. Perhaps they’re not as courageous. I never believed I had any balls at first, but I was surprised when I put my mind to it. It felt good to let it all go. However, their sobs are putting me off my high.

Slowly the situation looks even more desolate as another person was pushed into a cage. I start realizing I might not make it out of this after all. Feeling the atmosphere overflowing with dispair, I let a few painful tears escape my eye.

Interrupting my moment, the girl speaks. “I’m Elizabeth. Call me Lizy.”

“Will. I’m. Hurt. You. Can. Just. Talk. To. Me.”

Noticing my pained voiced and the gasping next to her, she wipes her tears away.

“I was going home from work today. Everything was normal, but I noticed on my way back someone was following me. I tried escaping. In the end I was caught and a few hours later they shoved me in here.”

Giving a grunt to let her know I heard her, she visibly brightens up. Little by little, she opens up to me. Talking about her friends and family, to her pets. She kept on talking helping me to keep my mind off my missing limb. Eventually she collapses in exhaustion and falls asleep.

Shortly after, the truck moves.