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Twists and Turns
Chapter 1
As Kelly sat there silently, she watched as he paced back and forth in the dimly lit room. The room was very large, but empty. There was a table behind her but out of view; she could only make out the corner of it from where she was sitting. A doorway was to her left, the doorway which she had been brought in through, and a window across from that. An old tattered chair sat in the corner of the room. It looked as if nobody had been in the room for years; a thin layer of dust covered the floor. She struggled against the ropes that bound her tightly to the chair; no matter how she struggled against the ropes, she couldn't free herself. The man kept mumbling something over and over again, too softly for her to decipher.
"What is it that you want with me?" She asked
"I decides who lives and dies!" the man snapped back at her "I decide who lives and dies!"
"What are you talking about?" Kelly said with tears in her eyes.
"Tell me where he is. I want to know where he is! TELL ME!" The man screamed at her.
"What are you talking about? Who?"
"Don't play dumb with me! I know you know where he is." The man snapped again.
He then walked over to the table behind Kelly. "I will get what I want out of you," the man said as he reached down and picked up a large hunting knife. Kelly's eyes closed and tears began to roll down her cheeks as she got a glimpse of the knife he had in his hand.
"I am going to give you one last chance to tell me where he is." The man demanded once more. "How can I tell you what you want to know if I don't know what you are talking about?" Kelly protested.
She tightened her grip on the arms of the chair as the man approached her. "NO, PLEASE!!" Kelly screamed.
She winced in pain as she felt the cold steel cutting through the flesh of her arm and then again as it ripped through her side. Kelly looked down to see the gash on her right arm. Blood was already running down her wrist and off the arm of the chair. She caught sight of the blood starting to soak through the tear in the side of her shirt as well. "Tell me where he is!" He shouted again. "I don't know whom you are talking about!" She shouted, closing her eyes and preparing for another assault. The man approached her again, this time with a bottle of what appeared to be cloudy water. He poured it over her arm. To Kelly's surprise the liquid in the bottle was not water. It burned unbelievably. She screamed out in pain and the man proceeded to pour out more of the liquid over her wound. "SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME! GOD, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!" she screamed out. "Lemon juice," he said. "It's amazing that such a simple thing can cause such unimaginable pain." The man went back over to the table and picked up something that resembled a set of jumper cables. "You amaze me Kelly. Most people tell me what I want to know by now." The man remarked. "I keep telling you I don't know who you are talking about! Give me a name!" She responded angrily. "I want to know where he is!" "Who the hell are you talking about?!" "Enough of this!" The man walked over to Kelly with a cable in each hand and touched the cables to Kelly's lower neck, above her breasts. Unable to bear the pain, she screamed out again, hoping that somebody would hear her cries. When he finally stopped Kelly was on the edge of unconsciousness. "Tell me where he is, damn it, I want to know now!" "Please, I don't know what you're talking about..." Kelly said in an almost a whisper. He was getting angry. Placing the cables back onto Kelly's lower neck, he shouted, "Tell me!" Kelly cried out in pain until she lost consciousness.
A sound came from somewhere down the hallway, causing the man to pause. He then pulled a gun out of the back of his pants and walked down the hallway to investigate.
Another man arrived shortly thereafter and quickly walked over to Kelly. Untying her, he whispered. "Kelly, my name is Jarod. I am here to help you."
Kelly hardly moved while Jarod untied her hands. "Kelly," Jarod said, feeling the side of her neck for a pulse. "Kelly, come on, we have to get you out of here. I know it hurts, but if we don't get you out of hear he will kill you." Jarod lifted Kelly into his arms and headed to the doorway.
"Well, well, well, Jarod, fancy meeting you here. I came to find a killer and instead I get you." A woman stood in the doorway, blocking their exit. "Parker." Jarod greeted her.
"Put the girl down, Jarod!" Miss Parker said. A sweeper team came filed past her into the room. Jarod stared scanning the room for another way out; all he could see was the window. "Don't even think about it, Jarod-" Miss Parker snapped. "Miss Parker, there goes Kyle..." Sam interrupted. With Miss Parker and the sweeper team distracted, Jarod ran for the window with Kelly still in his arms. He knew that this was not one of his brightest ideas; although the two-story fall was short, it would hurt Kelly even further. Taking a deep breath, he jumped.
"Jarod!" Miss parker yelled after him. Turning to Sam, she ordered, "Forget him, go get Kyle! I'm not going back empty handed this time!" Jarod slammed into the ground, landing on his back with Kelly in his arms. He had hoped it would help cushion the fall for her. Kelly went rolling across the ground and came to a stop a couple of feet from him. Jarod quickly got up, ignoring the pain in his left shoulder, picked Kelly up, and headed to the car.
Miss Parker and the sweeper team turned and ran down the stairs after Kyle, chasing him through the yard. No matter where Kyle turned there was a sweeper coming at him. Kyle was finally brought to the ground under a heap of sweepers. Miss Parker forced him into the back seat of a car, and got in the front seat. As they drove away she continued to scan the area, looking for Jarod.
Kelly, still unconscious, lay motionless in the back seat of Jarod's car. She was bleeding badly. Jarod kept looking back at her, hoping that she would make it until he could get them someplace safe where he could take care of her wounds, and find out what Kyle wanted with her. Every time he looked back at her he couldn't help but wince, thinking of what she had just gone through.
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Twists and Turns
Chapter 1
As Kelly sat there silently, she watched as he paced back and forth in the dimly lit room. The room was very large, but empty. There was a table behind her but out of view; she could only make out the corner of it from where she was sitting. A doorway was to her left, the doorway which she had been brought in through, and a window across from that. An old tattered chair sat in the corner of the room. It looked as if nobody had been in the room for years; a thin layer of dust covered the floor. She struggled against the ropes that bound her tightly to the chair; no matter how she struggled against the ropes, she couldn't free herself. The man kept mumbling something over and over again, too softly for her to decipher.
"What is it that you want with me?" She asked
"I decides who lives and dies!" the man snapped back at her "I decide who lives and dies!"
"What are you talking about?" Kelly said with tears in her eyes.
"Tell me where he is. I want to know where he is! TELL ME!" The man screamed at her.
"What are you talking about? Who?"
"Don't play dumb with me! I know you know where he is." The man snapped again.
He then walked over to the table behind Kelly. "I will get what I want out of you," the man said as he reached down and picked up a large hunting knife. Kelly's eyes closed and tears began to roll down her cheeks as she got a glimpse of the knife he had in his hand.
"I am going to give you one last chance to tell me where he is." The man demanded once more. "How can I tell you what you want to know if I don't know what you are talking about?" Kelly protested.
She tightened her grip on the arms of the chair as the man approached her. "NO, PLEASE!!" Kelly screamed.
She winced in pain as she felt the cold steel cutting through the flesh of her arm and then again as it ripped through her side. Kelly looked down to see the gash on her right arm. Blood was already running down her wrist and off the arm of the chair. She caught sight of the blood starting to soak through the tear in the side of her shirt as well. "Tell me where he is!" He shouted again. "I don't know whom you are talking about!" She shouted, closing her eyes and preparing for another assault. The man approached her again, this time with a bottle of what appeared to be cloudy water. He poured it over her arm. To Kelly's surprise the liquid in the bottle was not water. It burned unbelievably. She screamed out in pain and the man proceeded to pour out more of the liquid over her wound. "SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME! GOD, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!" she screamed out. "Lemon juice," he said. "It's amazing that such a simple thing can cause such unimaginable pain." The man went back over to the table and picked up something that resembled a set of jumper cables. "You amaze me Kelly. Most people tell me what I want to know by now." The man remarked. "I keep telling you I don't know who you are talking about! Give me a name!" She responded angrily. "I want to know where he is!" "Who the hell are you talking about?!" "Enough of this!" The man walked over to Kelly with a cable in each hand and touched the cables to Kelly's lower neck, above her breasts. Unable to bear the pain, she screamed out again, hoping that somebody would hear her cries. When he finally stopped Kelly was on the edge of unconsciousness. "Tell me where he is, damn it, I want to know now!" "Please, I don't know what you're talking about..." Kelly said in an almost a whisper. He was getting angry. Placing the cables back onto Kelly's lower neck, he shouted, "Tell me!" Kelly cried out in pain until she lost consciousness.
A sound came from somewhere down the hallway, causing the man to pause. He then pulled a gun out of the back of his pants and walked down the hallway to investigate.
Another man arrived shortly thereafter and quickly walked over to Kelly. Untying her, he whispered. "Kelly, my name is Jarod. I am here to help you."
Kelly hardly moved while Jarod untied her hands. "Kelly," Jarod said, feeling the side of her neck for a pulse. "Kelly, come on, we have to get you out of here. I know it hurts, but if we don't get you out of hear he will kill you." Jarod lifted Kelly into his arms and headed to the doorway.
"Well, well, well, Jarod, fancy meeting you here. I came to find a killer and instead I get you." A woman stood in the doorway, blocking their exit. "Parker." Jarod greeted her.
"Put the girl down, Jarod!" Miss Parker said. A sweeper team came filed past her into the room. Jarod stared scanning the room for another way out; all he could see was the window. "Don't even think about it, Jarod-" Miss Parker snapped. "Miss Parker, there goes Kyle..." Sam interrupted. With Miss Parker and the sweeper team distracted, Jarod ran for the window with Kelly still in his arms. He knew that this was not one of his brightest ideas; although the two-story fall was short, it would hurt Kelly even further. Taking a deep breath, he jumped.
"Jarod!" Miss parker yelled after him. Turning to Sam, she ordered, "Forget him, go get Kyle! I'm not going back empty handed this time!" Jarod slammed into the ground, landing on his back with Kelly in his arms. He had hoped it would help cushion the fall for her. Kelly went rolling across the ground and came to a stop a couple of feet from him. Jarod quickly got up, ignoring the pain in his left shoulder, picked Kelly up, and headed to the car.
Miss Parker and the sweeper team turned and ran down the stairs after Kyle, chasing him through the yard. No matter where Kyle turned there was a sweeper coming at him. Kyle was finally brought to the ground under a heap of sweepers. Miss Parker forced him into the back seat of a car, and got in the front seat. As they drove away she continued to scan the area, looking for Jarod.
Kelly, still unconscious, lay motionless in the back seat of Jarod's car. She was bleeding badly. Jarod kept looking back at her, hoping that she would make it until he could get them someplace safe where he could take care of her wounds, and find out what Kyle wanted with her. Every time he looked back at her he couldn't help but wince, thinking of what she had just gone through.
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