• I looked Ron straight in the eyes. My dad had once told me that facing people like that showed that you weren't afraid. But boy was that the opposite of what was feeling right now. Ron had the most menacing grin on his face. Now that he was close, face to face, I could see every contour of his evil face. He he had hint of a 5 o'clock shadow and a scar benieth his left eye.

    He cupped my face in his hands and pushed it left, then right. He snorted.
    "You ain't that bad, lil' lady. Ain't bad at all"
    I spat in his face.
    In that quick moment, he slaps my me with the back of his hand. And I feel it. It doesn't hurt in the beginning, but then the pain begin to sets in, and it hurts real bad. Ok, so this isn't a dream... Oh jeez! This isn't a dream!

    He gets up and laughs again, wiping his face his his stained shirt. "And here I thought we were going to be nice. Guess this is a change of plans, but we'll see who's laughing in the end."

    Ok Emily, think! Who cares if thinking hurts, just think. Apparently this is not a game of strength, or I would have lost long time ago. This here is a game of wits. May the best con artist win. The group stares down at me, with the same expression as Ron. Come on Em, think of something smart to say. Show no fear.

    "So you think you're tough? Kidnapping girls and beating them up? Is that what gets you off?"

    The blond one, Mark, laughs. "You came here yourself. You stumbled into the trap by your own will."

    Is that what happened? Or is he just saying that. Trying to sound innocent maybe.

    "You guys better let me go right now or I'll scream. I'll call my boyfriend Kyle to come beat you guys up!" I threaten. It doesn't help that my voice is so shaky.

    "Kyle eh? Mike, I think lil' lady wants to see her "Kyle"." Ron says, gesturing to the closet.
    The black haired one nods, walks over and opens the closet door.

    There on the floor lays Kyle, hand cuffed. His face and clothes are stained with blood. I can't breathe. Someone get me out of this nightmare.

    "KYLE!" I scream. Oh please Kyle, stay with me. He opens his eyes slightly then closes them again.

    "Your "Kyle" was getting a bit too nosy with your where abouts, so we thought he should join in the fun." Ron laughs.

    Then, I begin to cry.