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that her chin touched her shoulder. “I see I’m going to have to teach you some manners!” He growled as he pulled out a roll of duct tape and taped Tasha’s hands behind her back. Uncle Sam dragged Tasha by the ankles until they reached the middle of the warehouse where he picked her up and forcefully slammed her down into a wooden chair where he placed a piece of duct tape around Tasha’s mouth. He then bound her ankles and her waist to the chair.

    Tasha looked over to her right and saw her mother bounded down to the chair next to her. From the blood that covered Ms. Brown’s face, Tasha could tell that the hooded man had done a number on her. Not being able to speak, the mother and daughter had to speak through their eyes. The first thing Tasha did was try to look around to see if she noticed something familiar so she could try and tell where she was, but it was no use, the warehouse doors were close and the windows were too high for her to see out of. Tasha looked over and could see the scared and frightened look on her mother’s face, she wanted to tell her mother that everything was going to be alright, but when she saw the hooded man setting up a tripod with a camera on top she knew things were about to go from bad to worst.

Nightmare

    For the past three days, Anthony Stone stayed inside his apartment. He couldn’t function or think straight all he could think about was, Tasha and her mother being tortured and begging for their lives. “It’s all my fault,” Anthony Stone cried, once again his work had somehow spilled over into his personal life. He poured himself a glass of vodka and took a deep sip, then crumbled his face up as it went down. Anthony Stone sat on the sofa drinking his life away when he heard a light knock at his front door. He hopped up off the sofa, grabbed his 9mm, and quickly made his way over toward the front door. Anthony Stone snatched the door open and found a UPS worker standing on the other side. “Can I help you?”

    “Yes I have a package for a Mr. Anthony Stone,” The deliveryman said holding out a clipboard towards Anthony Stone. Anthony Stone signed for the package then closed the door, making his way back over to the couch. Before opening, the package he placed his ear to the side first to make sure whatever was inside wasn’t ticking. Once he was sure that it wasn’t a bomb Anthony Stone slowly opened the packed and saw that it was a DVD with the words “read me” taped on to the case. Without hesitation, Anthony Stone popped the DVD into the DVD player and pressed play. Seconds later and mask man appeared on the screen and began to speak with a robotic, electronic tone.

    “If you’re seeing this video then that means things have gotten way out of hand and therefore one of us has to go,” The mask man said. The camera then suddenly switched over towards, Tasha and her mother sitting tied down in separate chairs. Anthony Stone could immediately see the fear on both of their faces. He watched as the mask man ordered Ms. Brown to keep still as he reappeared in the video holding an ax in his hand. The mask man turned and looked into the camera, smiled; he then turned raised the ax and chopped Ms. Brown’s foot off.

    Anthony Stone was forced to watch in horror as blood sprayed all over the floor as Ms. Brown released a muffled scream, the look on her face said that she was in tremendous pain. The more Anthony Stone watched the angrier he became. It was killing him to have to watch his woman’s mother in so much pain.

    Seconds later, the mask man got back in front of the camera. “Anthony Stone you have forty eight hours to either kill yourself or watch your family die. The choice is yours!” And just like that, the video ended.

    Anthony Stone watched the video over and over. He knew that even if he was to take his own life that there was still a chance that Uncle Sam could still kill Tasha and her mother anyway. Anthony Stone tossed his glass against the