Where did the time go?

By Ashley

He awoke to the sound of a large sharp metal object being sharpened. How long was he out? He tried again to sit up. Failing.

"Finally awake pretty boy?" A new voice asked. He turned his eyes in the direction of the voice, no longer able to move his head. Or any part of him. What were the reasons for these new bindings? The man walked up to him. A large dagger resting in his hand. 

"My brother told you. You had three hours. It's been three days. The boss let you off. Because, we messed up and used the wrong drug..." He said pausing and looking down. He caught the wave of emotion quickly. Regret. Good thing he learned that skill... Saying a silent thank you to his teacher. He asked. 

"Then how long do I have until you start using that on me?" He asked. The man looked at him surprised. How did he know I was going to use this...? He heard the thought clear as day. They didn't know. Good. He grinned lightly. 

"Well?" He asked. The man shook his head. 

"Twenty minutes. Give us what we want. And you'll be set free." He said, trying to sound scary. But failing. Greatly. This guy was not prepared to do what he was asked to. And he knew it. They both did. 

"The only problem with that is. I have no f*****g clue what you guys are talking about." He said trying not to blow up. The man studied him. 

"Don't try to tell me that. You know damn well what we want." He said pressing the dagger under his chin. 

"Go ahead. Kill me. Your boss wont like that very much? Would she? And what good am I to you if I'm dead." He says teasing. The man removes the dagger, slowly. Leaving a small slit on the under side of his chin. It hardly bleed. Before closing. What good was torture? 

"Now. Just tell me what you want from me. And we can work something out." He said smiling lightly. The man gripped the dagger and backed away. Looking around and then down. 

"No.. Boss says he knows. He knows what he did!" The man screamed as he slammed the dagger into his right hand. He let out a small scream of pain. S**t. All the way through. This guy had some muscle. Try to communicate with him. He's clearly got some issues. And is touchy. 

"Ok. Ok. I understand. But, I'm being honest. I don't know what your all going on about. If you could please. Just give me a hint? Or something to refresh my memory?" He said offering. He could hear the man sniffle. He was crying. He could smell the salt in his tears. 

"My face should be enough!" He screamed coming right up to his face. He looked the man's face over. His eyes got wide. 

"No... It couldn't... No!" He said screaming the last word so loud it echoed through the room. Tears started running down his cheeks. He was done for. This man was going to kill him. And he wasn't going to be nice about it. I mean. Would you... If the man that killed your family. Was tied up on a table. Unable to escape. In a room full of whatever tools you could need? 

Author's Note

Eh. Part two. Not really sure how I feel about it. But here it is. (Captcha was scape. Lol. Irony.)

Reviews

[deaths calling]

perfect ideas for death good part

[Kitten]

Thanks.

[deaths calling]

your welcome

[Graveyard Queen]

i cracked up at "my face should be enough" and i don't know why good part though

[Kitten]

Lol. and thanks. :)