Chappy 12 for you all. I'm really, really tired, so you'd better appreciate it. Hey this is my longest story so far!
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"They're aren't leaving! That doesn't bode well for you two," Boss told them, looking out the window.
Sara was sitting on an armchair and Greg had been moved onto the couch. Every once and awhile Greg moaned, but Sara couldn't coax a single word out of him since he had talked to his mother.
"Greg? Please speak to me," Sara pleaded.
"What do you want me to say?" Greg asked finally.
"I don't know, just talk to me," Sara begged.
"Not now, Sara. I just don't feel like talking right now," Greg told her.
"Ok," Sara sighed.
Boss paced the room muttering, "This wasn't supposed to happen. It was so simple. Go in, get the valuables and leave, but no, Shorty had to go and waste time."
Sara looked at Boss and realized he would break at any minute. He was showing typical signs of severe stress and she knew that wasn't good for her or Greg.
Sara tried to plead with him, "Let us go. They'll take that into consideration at your trial."
"I'm not having a trial," Boss told her menacingly, "I don't care how many people I have to kill anymore. I'm not having a trial."
Sara shivered at the cold declaration and knew that her and Greg's predicament was dire. They were at the mercy of a desperate killer and that was never good. She knew that she had to get out somehow and that she wouldn't be able to get Greg out with her. She was torn between deciding between life and death, between alone, but alive, or with Greg, but most likely going to die. Tears shed as she made her decision, jumped up and ran for the door.
Boss caught up to his fleeing captive and grabbed Sara. He shoved her onto the armchair and bound her ankles. In anger he punched her in the face and blood dripped from her nose. As he went in for another blow Sara bit him to protect herself.
Boss yanked her head back by the hair and shoved a cloth into her mouth, gagging her.
His eyes narrowed to meer slits as he turned to Greg, "You're going to pay for her mistake."
Greg flinched and Sara shut her eyes in horror, why had something so simple have to become so complicated?
Boss advanced on him and made a fist.
Greg screamed in pain as Boss pounded on him over and over with his fists. He wished that Boss would go ahead and kill him so the pain would stop.
Boss thought of nothing but his own rage and continued to beat the already injured man. Greg pleaded with him to stop, when Boss's phone rang. "What?" He answered sourly, still bent over Greg.
"That's no way to talk to me," the other voice replied.
"Sorry, thought you were the friggin cops," Boss told him.
"So your the guy who kidnapped the Sanders' son," the voice (Boss reconized it, but Greg did not) said.
"Yep," Boss answered curtly.
"What if I told you, I can get you out of that seige? It's all over the news," the voice informed him.
"I'll give you half the money if you get me out," Boss offered.
"How much is half?" The voice asked.
"2.5 million," Boss stated.
"Ok, you know how I owned that house before?" The voiced asked.
"Yeah," Boss answered curiously.
"There's a trap door in the basement that leads into a large tunnel. The tunnel will take you about three miles away. I'll pick you up there," the voice told him, "Bring the captives and don't forget Shorty."
"Shorty's dead," Boss announced.
"Huh?" The voice asked.
"He almost lost us the 5 million," Boss explained.
"Whatever, meet you in thirty," whoever was on the other end hung up and Boss smiled.
"Looks like you're gonna stay with me a little longer than expected," Boss told Greg and Sara.
Sara eyed the man evilly, as he took the rope from her ankles and looped an end around her wrists and the other end around his own waist; like a leash. Boss then picked up Greg and headed toward the basement, pulling Sara with him.
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Mwahahahahaha, bet you thought I was gonna let them be rescued! Too bad, I want to put the two through some more stuff before I let them go, or kill them!