He held. duct tape. The one thing that could make a person safe, and yet kill you if you tape up your windows with it. Sigh, after all that worrying, that was it?! What a rip-off! Then I found out what he was planning to do with the tape. He strolled over, with a piece of duct tape in his hand. It was as big to cover. Aack! The duct tape smothered me, as Diamond put it over my mouth. The 'glee club,' otherwise known as his gang, expressions changed from total shock, to approval, and gave Diamond a smile of satisfaction. Oh, that bugged me! They were so, so evil! Diamond's eyes tore into mine and he said happily, "We're going to leave you down here for an hour or so to think about whether or not you will tell me why Serena wont go out with me." As they sauntered back upstairs, I started to feel two different kinds of pain. The first was the one in my wrists and ankles. The ropes were slitting into me and stopping my circulation. The other pain was not physical. It was emotional. How could they do this? Their hearts were as cold as ice, no; it was colder than that. It was Antarctica and wearing shorts eating an ice cream. Also, as hard as diamonds. Arrg, just thinking about diamonds make me insane with fury. I wanted to cry, but tears would not come. This pain was beyond tears. I wondered to myself if I should tell Serena's secret or not. I weighed my chances. If I told Diamond, he would let me go, Diamond and Serena would go out, and Serena would never trust me again. If I didn't tell him, he would keep me captive for about a day, because I had to go to school, Serena would trust me even more, I would be a trustworthy friend to everyone, but Diamond would be my sworn enemy, always grasping for a chance to harm me. After awhile, I knew what to do.