She was out cold, it took her sometime to wake up. The first thing she did was gasps in horror. She doesn’t remember how she got there. Only a vague memory of something hitting her at the back of her head. Now she is face to face with her worst enemy, the kidnapper. In the news, no one knew if the kidnapper was a man or a woman. They only saw gruesome censored images as the reporter explains the scene. In this strange place, she is shrouded by darkens with only a weak light head on top of her, dangling sadly by a thin wire. However, on her right, a feet away, there lays a tiny window, at the size of a softball. It gave her some light to see what is lurking in the shadows. The light beam from the street lights, was going downwards, allowing her to see some hints of what is before her. The floor seems to be old and dirty; the previous owner must have been lazy, as she sees red and brown smears and sloppy cleaning marks on the floor. Since she is a clean freak, she was so annoyed by the sloppiness. She almost wanted to go and find a cleaning materials just to fix the place. She almost lost her balance as she feels the duck tape around her wrist. Then she hears the creak of a heavy door opening with heavy steps entering before the door slams shut. The strange heavy steps was coming towards her, as the back of the heels hits the floor lazily. The beam from the tiny window exposed the middle part of the stranger, his hairy huge belly was striking out like a sore thumb, under his black short shirt. As he approaches her, he pulls out a sharp knife from his bag. He drops the leather bag and waves his knife in front of her like a professional butcher. He then spoke in a cold threatening tone, “Any last words, young lady?”

“You don’t want to see me angry.” The kidnapper could only laugh at her words, if only he knew that her warning was never a joke, because the last thing he saw, before his face was smashed to pieces was a huge green fist.