Hey everyone. The bunnies are back and want me to write chappy eight for you! Again ten more reviews until I update agian. Sorry it took 13 this time, but I didn't have the time to update this morning! Sorry!

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"Well, Greggo it's time to play a game with me," Shorty taunted.

Greg tried to say something through his gag and Shorty laughed, "Cat got your tongue?" Greg struggled to get out of the bonds that held him, but it was useless.

Shorty chuckled menacingly and withdrew a knife from his pocket. Smiling, he grabbed Greg's spikey hair and yanked back, exposing his neck. Carefully he lay the cool metal of the blade against the tender skin of Greg's throat.

"Scared?" Shorty asked.

Greg trembled and stood perfectly still. Ever so carefully, Shorty dragged the blade along his throat leaving a small trail of blood in its wake.

Tears welled up in Greg's eyes as he felt the stinging of the blade. He knew the wound wasn't deep enough to kill him, but it terrified him just the same.

Shorty turned his attention to Greg's shirt. Gently he cut off the buttons one by one, revealing Greg's bare chest. The fear and the tension was too much for Greg and he struggled vainly. Shorty smiled in anticipation and pressed the blade against Greg's chest, but not enough to puncture the skin. He ran the blade tauntingly up and down before, without warning, slicing a gash along Greg's stomache.

Greg screamed in pain, but it was muffled through the gag.

Sara watched as Shorty continued to torture her friend. Or was he more than a friend to her? She just wasn't sure, but she hoped to be able to figure it out before it was too late. Tears ran down her cheeks at the fact she couldn't do a single thing to help him. All she could do was watch.

Shorty pocketed his knife and stroked Greg's cheek. Greg yanked his head away, but Shorty grabbed his face and forced Greg to face him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned.

Greg looked into Shorty's eyes and saw a world of anger and hate inside. All of this, he knew, would be taken out on Sara and himself.

Shorty yanked Greg to his feet, pushed him against the wall and using a hand at Greg's neck, held him there. Shorty started punching Greg in the stomach and Greg tried to double over, but it only increased the pressure of the hand on his throat. Having his breath knocked out of him and being throttled began to take its toll on Greg. His eyes rolled back into his head and he slumped over.

Shorty stood back and stared at the fallen man. Shorty panicked, Greg wasn't breathing. "Boss!"

Boss opened the door and saw what Shorty had done, "You idiot! The one person I tell you that you can't kill and you go ahead and kill him!" Boss roared,"That's 5 million dollars down the drain. All beacuse he knocked you out!"

Greg jerked slightly from on the floor.

"Holy shit! The kids alive!" Shorty yelled.

"Well let's keep him that way!" Boss ordered.

Shorty untied Greg and took out the gag.

"What do I do?" Shorty asked wildly, "I don't freakin CPR."

"Neither do I," Boss admitted.

Sara shouted through her gag and the two men looked at her like they had forgotten all about her, until then. Boss didn't think twice, but untied her and grabbed her. He dragged herover to Greg. Without being told, Sara immediately, for the second time that day, tried to save Greg's life.

"Shit, Greg breath," she said between breaths. She'd been saying that alot today.

Greg coughed and finally began to breath. He looked up at Sara, who's mouth was still pressed against Greg's. He smiled and murmered, "Wow, that feels good."

Sara slapped him lightly on the arm and pushed him back down gentlywhen he tried to sit up.

Once Boss was satisfied that Greg was breathing, he turned to Shorty. "You're more trouble than you're worth," he said and shot him in front of his captives.

Shorty jerked and fell to the floor, dead. Blood pooled around his head, a lake of crimson. The blood glistened cruelly and Sara and Greg only stared.Boss picked up the body and left the basement, locking the door behind him.

Sara stillstared at the blood on the floor in shock. Greg's weak voice woke her from her trance.

"Help me. Don't wanna be near so much blood," Greg whispered. Sara nodded and helped him over to the sleeping bags.

She opened one of the bags and Greg lay on it. Before zipping it back up, she remembered Greg's wounds on his stomach and throat. Retreiving his forgotten shirt, she made bandages for them. After she finally zipped it back up, so he was covered.

Greg was silent and Sara knew it was more than his throat just being sore. He had seen more than many see in a lifetime. He'd been kidnapped, tortured, nearly killed twice and witnessed a murder. Their simply B&E had become more complicated and more dangerous.

Boss came back with the phone and the scrambler. Neither Sara or Greg moved. Sara noticed that Boss had changed, there was no blood present on his clothes. He took no notice of the puddle of blood on the floor. Boss simply walked over to them and stood next to where Greg was laying.

Boss dialed Greg's parents number and pushed the phone into Greg's hand.

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There's chappy eight. Hope you enjoyed, now hurry up and give me my reveiws. Pretty please!