“Give me a good reason not to kill you right here, right now.” The masked man said to me, holding a knife to my throat. “Wh ha fisnfksdksofekdkfns” i tried to say around the gag in my mouth. I maneuvered my hands trying to free them discreetly as I have many times before. he pulled the rag down, off my face, “Hurry up. You have five minutes.” He barked at me harshly. “Well…” I started to say, but then my toes up hands were free and grabbing the knife I had hidden in a secret pocket of my jeans for situations like this. “Because my kill list is much greater than that of yours.” I finally answered and held the knife to his throat, drawing blood. He loudly gulped and held his hands up i surrender. “Okay, okay, I won’t kill you, just let me leave.” He exclaimed, with a hint of worry in his voice. I chuckled, “yeah right, I don’t let anyone who sees me like this leave, and i mean _anyone_.” Tears started rolling down his cheeks as I pressed the knife further into his neck, but a second after, the sobbing changed into a maniacal laugh. I looked at the man, my brow furrowing, before he easily moved my weapon away from his bleeding neck and pressed it against mine. I gasped in fake shock, standing up and walking to the opposite side of the room. “Rule number one of kidnapping. Always tie up your victims feet. Rule number two you may ask? Be sneaky and spontaneous.” I remarked, looking towards his feet I was able to quickly tie. “Damn it. Fine you win. Kill me. I hate my life anyways.” The masked man sighed. “Gladly.” I exclaimed with joy as I walked over to him and stabbed my knife into his chest, killing him instantaneously. “And cut!” The director of the movie called out as me and my co-star walked off set laughing.