Final Victory ( Message to my Children series)

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The door opened slowly, the teenager boy peeks through the small crack, and he holds his breath. Nervous and thoughts racing frantically in his pounding head, he is  thinking quickly “Which would be the best escape route to get away before they kidnappers realized he was gone?"

He listened to see if the  three people, two men and a woman who kidnap him were still in the cabin. He listens; all he could hear is the clock ticking loudly. Each click was making his heart race faster, his breath rapid, he tells himself, he needs to calm down.  He is hesitant to implement his plan. He  wonders "Does he stay in the closet or take a chance and sneak out of it and make a run for it?.” He can’t remember how many days have passed since they put him in the closet. He has been marking off his planner. Counting the x's he thought  this was the eighth day he had been held captured.  

He observed the routine the kidnappers settled in and how they  equipped it with  the comfort of home, enough food, bottles of water, an  extra flashlight, and a sleeping bag, with items for activities to keep his mind stimulated. He did not like  there was an empty bucket available for him to use as a bathroom, yet they keep it clean, and replace it at meal times. He felt  he was a dog locked in a cage for being naughty.  He realized with time the kidnappers have a schedule and would unlock the door to bring him peanut butter sandwiches and some milk, twice a day, and some fruit later at night.

What he observed, was the rules were strict, they requested he put the blind fold on before unlocking the door. With his eyes blinded, his other senses became hyper-alert, his ears and ability to smell odors enhanced.  He realized the kidnappers by their foot stomps, heavy and delicate pounding, there were two men and a woman; who did not communicate much. They just gave him a silent touch and quickly took care of his needs.  He lost track of time, he was not afraid anymore. He just wanted to go home to his mom and dad, two brothers and sister.

He thought back to the day they kidnapped him. "Earlier in the day, he was walking  home from school. Thinking he had a good day, he received a B on his report. Shot the final basket to win the game in gym class. The girl with the soft fluffy red hair, partially falling and covering her beautiful emerald eyes  sat close to him in the auditorium that morning, her presence was intoxicating  and comforting to him. Every time she came near him, he lost all sense of reality, he only saw her, smell her dainty perfume and his heart would pace faster and, it was difficult to create a word.

Her flash of a smile to him, had him walking on thin air, light hearted and happy., That and other events made it a good day.

He was oblivious to his surroundings, walking deep in thought about the happiness of his day. He did not realize there was a large van following him since he left school. As he reached the corner, the van stopped suddenly. He did not have time to react,  the doors opened, and he saw a figure heading towards him, it  frightened him. A big burly man’s hands were grabbing him.  He reacted quickly to the assault and tries  to become  free from the kidnapper's grasp. The muscular man gripped his neck tighter, and wrapped his hand around his throat. Threatening him with a violent shake to prevent fighting. 

Michael realized he was defeated. He went limp, and the man release his gripped on his throat. He heard his neck  cracked as  the pressure was decreased off his jugular vein. He gasped and gulp in oxygenate air. The man  lifted the boy as  he was a feather into the van.

Another man, thin and bony, but very powerful, waiting inside, helped the first, load their package into the van. Mike was about to shout, and the second kidnapper put his hand over the boy’s mouth and grabbed his arms, and forced his arms behind him, with no mercy he tied him up with strong thick rope. He felt the ropes cutting into his wrists. The hewn rope braids were cutting off his circulation.  The second man held the boy’s head stiffly and placed a smelly blindfold on him and told him to be quiet, or else”. 

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⏰ Última actualización: May 08, 2013 ⏰

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