Pain blossomed on the side of my cheek and I gritted my teeth against the pain. I have never hated any man more than hated him at this moment. If I ever got out of hear killing him would be on my to-do list. I let out a torrent of swear words and struggle against my bonds, but he just laughs sourly. He crouches and leans in so close that I can smell the spearmint on his breath. His face is merely centimetres away from mine.
i thought, Eww he's going to try to make a move me. he was making me uncomforable so i did the only thing i could think of, i kicked him in the unmentionable place. Ha ha i thought to myself, that was a good hit, he'll be down for a while. it turns out i was wrong about that.
I try comforting myself by saying he winced, but the reality is he barely moved a muscle. Either I'm so weak right now that I can't even kick, which I doubt or this man is made of steel, inside and out. His smile widdens and as quick as lightning his mouth is on top of mine. I don't react right away, my first instinct is to lean in and kiss him back. Whatever they say about villians being terrible kissers is a lie. I shudder at the fact that I could even consider kissing him back. I pull away and glare at him, hoping my face looks menacing.
Apparently i didn't look menacing enough because he leaned in again. every thought that possible could went through my mind in those few seconds. but he whispered in my ear...
"I'm going to help you, but you've got to act right." Then he leaned out and laughed like he just whispered something disturbing in my ear. I put a look of fear on my face, which wasn't too hard to acompolish seen as I'm barely containing my fear. He grins at me and I start to see him in a different light. Maybe he's part of the Rebellion. Maybe he really is here to help me. I'm going to have to trust him, he's my only hope.
That got me thinking. What exactly was "act right"? Was I supposed to hate him or was i supposed to fall madly in love with him? I thought about this for a long time. In the end, I decided...
...to trust him. Afterall this is probably my last hope. I play along with act of a upset girl who knows her death is near. I'm hoping that's what he meant when he said 'act right.' Be the good little prisoner. I instruct myself, but will it be enough?
Then he walked in smiling creepily at me. I wondered what he wanted from me. It wasn't long before I found out.
Holding a tray of food, he turned away from the camera hanging on the wall and faced me.
"Under the tray," he mouthed. I took a discreet look and sure enough there was a parachute.
The man reached into his pocket, pulled out a weird looking gun, and aimed at the wall. The concrete flew everywhere, leaving a perfect hole.
"Go," he said.
I strapped on the parachute, took a final look at the man, and jumped fifty stories.
"Thank you," I said just before I jumped. As I was falling, I realized I had never been parachuting before and I didn't know how to work it! I panicked and started to flail my arms in desperation.