OH GOD!!!, chapter 2
"Hunny were here," yelled my mother.
"Maybe he's not here," said my father.
My parents started to look around the house looking for anything that might not have supposed to be there. As they walked into my room they saw a note lying on the bed which was surprisingly neat and clean. Although they knew their son never cleaned up. My mother grabbed the note and started to read.
"If you want your little boy back you will have to leave ten million dollars at the Hilton Hotel or else he will die... AND WE ARE NOT KIDDING."
"Oh My God," my mother started to weep, "They're going to kill my baby."
"Not if we get the money that they asked for," my father rationalized.
"And were do expect that we get ten million dollars from," my mother yelled in pain.
***
"Get up you little Fag," my kidnappers yelled to me.
I slowly stood up my leg feeling as if it was broken mainly because I couldn't stand all that well. I looked at my surroundings and saw a couple of broken down CATs (you know the machines that push ground not *meow meow* type of cats) and a couple of dusty old crates, other then that there wasn't any thing else in the huge room. Until I turned around I saw the huge table with a whole bunch of torture equipment on it.
"Now which is your most hated way to die," said the man that snuck into my house and fucking stole me.
"I wish to take the Fifth Amendment" I replied sarcastically.
"That was the wrong choice," he replied. "Well if mommy and daddy don't give us our money you won't have to tell us the way you wanna die."
Suddenly I felt a cold knife to my throat and slowly moving across my neck. I started to weep knowing that I probably would die.
"Maybe he's not here," said my father.
My parents started to look around the house looking for anything that might not have supposed to be there. As they walked into my room they saw a note lying on the bed which was surprisingly neat and clean. Although they knew their son never cleaned up. My mother grabbed the note and started to read.
"If you want your little boy back you will have to leave ten million dollars at the Hilton Hotel or else he will die... AND WE ARE NOT KIDDING."
"Oh My God," my mother started to weep, "They're going to kill my baby."
"Not if we get the money that they asked for," my father rationalized.
"And were do expect that we get ten million dollars from," my mother yelled in pain.
***
"Get up you little Fag," my kidnappers yelled to me.
I slowly stood up my leg feeling as if it was broken mainly because I couldn't stand all that well. I looked at my surroundings and saw a couple of broken down CATs (you know the machines that push ground not *meow meow* type of cats) and a couple of dusty old crates, other then that there wasn't any thing else in the huge room. Until I turned around I saw the huge table with a whole bunch of torture equipment on it.
"Now which is your most hated way to die," said the man that snuck into my house and fucking stole me.
"I wish to take the Fifth Amendment" I replied sarcastically.
"That was the wrong choice," he replied. "Well if mommy and daddy don't give us our money you won't have to tell us the way you wanna die."
Suddenly I felt a cold knife to my throat and slowly moving across my neck. I started to weep knowing that I probably would die.
