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A Lesson In Love
by Meg Jones
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Chapter 1
"Honey, I'm hooommme!" I smiled at myself as I walked through the door and dropped my car keys on the small table beside the door. I expected to hear a
reply from my beloved wife Meg. But to my surprise, there came none. "Meg?" I
called again, thinking that maybe she was asleep. I looked around and walked
up the green carpeted stairs and down the hall to our room. It was unoccupied
and deadly quiet. She wasn't in the bathroom, nor in the reading room, or on
the patio, or the living room. I trudged downstairs now into the kitchen,
feeling disappointed that she wasn't here, when she promised she would be.
She said that she had something important to tell me. I had been away for a
whole week and was really looking forward to seeing the love of my life. I
searched the bright, sunlit kitchen for a note. There was none to be seen. I
sighed and walked out the glass sliding doors in the back, hoping to find
comfort in the warm summer day. Suddenly I stopped dead in my tracks. "Oh my
good Lord!" I screamed. The deck items were thrown about, as if someone had
had a major fight out here. To make matters worse, there were big red blood
spots all over the place. A note flapped lazily in the breeze on a tall
support beam directly in front of me. Feeling queasy, I forced myself to walk
over to it and tear it down. I read over it carefully, and still not
believing my own eyes, I read it again. It said:
Dear Daniel Jones,
As you may have found out, your whore bag of a wife has been kidnapped. Call
the cops and she dies. You can have her back for 8.5 million dollars. Bring
the money to the park at midnight and leave it under the big oak tree in the
back and leave. Any less than what we ask for and you can still have her
back, just not alive.
"No, no, no!" I screamed and tore the note into little shreds, my only
evidence as to who the kidnapper could be. I leaned over the railing and felt
everything rush to my head. I threw up and leaned there, the heat of the day
becoming unbearable. The whole backyard began to spin and I fell drunkenly
over into the only chair that was upright. The sun blinded me and my stomach
was in knots. My head swayed back and forth and I couldn't steady it. My
heart pounded in my ribs, my limbs were numb. I shook my head to clear it and
stood up shakily and ran into the house, hitting the kitchen counter and
knocking over a vase of flowers as I did. I finally reached the cordless
phone in the living room and quickly dialed Darren's number. "Hello?" came
Darren's chipper voice. "Oh my God Darren!" my voice broke and I started to
cry. "Whoa whoa Daniel, what's the matter?" he asked, his voice no longer
happy. "Darren, it's, it's Meg!" I cried again, my voice high pitched, unlike
my own. "What? What about her? Did you guys fight?" Darren asked. "She's,
she's been kidnapped!" I screamed, dropping the phone from my shaky hands. I
picked it up just in time to hear Darren yell, "What?! Oh my...Dan, I'll be
right over!" I heard a click on the other line. I let out a huge wail and
slammed down the phone. My surroundings began to spin again and I felt the
urge to vomit. So I ran to the bathroom just in time and puked. I collapsed
on the cold green tiles, half conscious, thinking, why why? Why my loving,
caring, sweet wife? Why her? What did she do? "What did she do?!" I screamed
and slammed my fist against the floor. Just then the front door opened and
slammed shut, and I could hear Darren's voice calling my name. "Dan? Daniel,
where are you?" he shouted from the living room. I quickly staggered out of
the bathroom. I felt so drunk! As soon as he saw me he gave me a big hug. "Oh
my God Daniel what happened?" he asked, pulling away from me. I motioned
towards the back porch and he began walking towards it, looking confused. I
didn't follow because I knew he would figure it out soon enough for himself.
Sure enough I heard him scream and in an instant he was back in the room,
looking paler than ever, sweat pouring off his face. He bent over and took a
few deep breaths. "That's not all," I managed, "There was a note, it said if
I called the police, she would die. They want 8 and a half million dollars
for her!" I cried, feeling my head began to roll to the side. "8 and a half
million dollars?! Dan, we don't have that kind of money!" Darren cried. "No
shit sherlock!" I screamed back at him. He looked hurt for a moment and
turned away from me. "I'm sorry, I'm just...so...so confused. Dammit!" I
yelled and kicked at the glass table. It didn't move, and pain shot through
my foot. "Where do we bring the money?" Darren whispered, grabbing onto the
couch for support. He stared up at the ceiling, taking deep, shaky breaths.
"The park, at midnight. Oh God Darren, I'm so scared for her!" I sobbed.
"It's ok, we'll get her back." he said, coming up and patting my shoulder.
"Where are we going to get the money?" I cried. "The bank, we'll draw it out
from everyone's accounts. The whole band." "Darren no! We can't do that,
we'll all go broke. Besides, what if..." I trailed off, not wanting to think
of what would happen to my love if we didn't pay the ransom. Or, what could
have already happened. "That's not all Dan..." he pulled me forward and
whispered his plan into my ear. "Do you think it will work?" I whispered
back. He shrugged. "There's only one way to find out." he replied.
Chapter 2
My heart raced as I climbed into the tree at the park. It was a 45 minutes
till midnight and Daz's plan was in full swing. I scrambled up the rough bark
and perched in the leafiest area of the tree. From here I was well
camouflaged, yet I could see perfectly to the bottom of the tree. I was
shaking violently and felt extremely sick, so I ran over the plan in my mind
to comfort myself. Darren had secretly (in case we were being watched) went
to each of the band members house, looking as if he were just going for a
daily chat. He had told them what happened and each one took him to the bank
and drew out all the cash they had. Sure, this had roused curiosity amoungst
the bankers, but that was the least of our problems now. Ben had dressed up
like me, combed his hair exactly like mine, and practiced walking like me. He
would place the money under the tree and leave, while I sat and waited for
whoever it was that kidnapped my wife, to show up. Darren, Karl, Ben, Anna,
Lee, and Nicole, were stationed around the park, each keeping a lookout for
something suspicious. Once the kidnapper showed up, we would all attack him
or her, praying that the person would be on foot. I still felt unsure. What
if we were already being watched? Would they show up here this early, just to
make sure that we didn't do anything that we weren't supposed to? What if
they were professional kidnappers and had a plan far more better than our
simple one? What if...I closed my eyes at the question that had been
reoccuring to me since I found the note...what if Meg were already dead? My
stomach heaved and my mouth began to water, as I felt the drink I had
earlier to calm me down, come up. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath. If
only we could have walkie talkies, then Darren or someone else could comfort
me. I pressed the light up button on my watch and looked at the time. 11:35.
My heart sank. I was hoping that maybe it would be almost midnight, so I
could find my sweetheart and go home. Something moved in the branches below
my foot. I froze in place and clung to the tree. It moved again, this time
nearer to me. My breath quickened. Two pairs of glowing eyes starred up at me
from the lower branch. I sighed and loosened my grip on the tree. It was only
a cat. The feline meowed and then jumped down the tree and padded off,
probably pissed off that I was in it's space. My stomach growled. I hadn't
eaten all day. I was tired and hungry and would give anything to just go home
and go to sleep. My eyes began to droop as I thought of going home with Meg
in my arms, having a bite to eat, taking a shower, and falling asleep in our
king sized bed, under that warm comforter, arms around each other... The
limbs swayed as a cool ocean breeze hit them. I opened my eyes again and
looked at my watch. 5 till 12! My heart raced and I just had to smile. This
was it, this was the moment I had been waiting for! I strained my eyes and
looked out across the park. Nothing moved. Ben had already visited the tree,
the duffle bags filled with money were there. I hoped Darren and all the
others were alright.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a motor sounded from the other
side of the park. It wasn't loud, it must have had a muffler on it. But I
could still hear it, distinct in the dead quiet of the night. The vehicle
started across the field and came towards the tree. I began shaking all over.
Within minutes a black four-wheeler pulled up under the tree and put the bags
of money onto the back. Before taking off, the driver glanced up the tree. I
froze as I watched the hooded person skim the branches, fearing that they had
spotted me. But I relaxed as they shrugged and started off to the opposite
side of the field very slowly, as to be as quiet as possible. Now! My mind
screamed. I jumped down and began running, calling for Darren and the rest of
them to catch the four-wheeler.
Chapter 3
I ran through the field as fast as my wobbly legs would carry me. Ahead, Anna
and Karl were attacking the four-wheeler from the sides. The driver tried to
speed up, but it was already to late, Anna was on the vehicle and had pushed
them to the ground. She turned off the four-wheeler, threw the keys as far as
she could, and pounced on the person who was trying despratly to escape from
Darren's grasp. I ran up to the person, out of breath and pulled off their
mask. It was a young girl, in about her twenties, with a pale shimmering face
and long blond hair. She looked up at me with frightened blue eyes. If she
hadn't taken my wife, I might have found her irresistibly beautiful. But I
let it slide. "Where's my wife?" I shouted, grabbing her fiercly by the
collar of her black jacket, and giving her a good shake. "Bite me bastard!"
she screamed and spit in my eye. I threw her down and wiped my face, and
kicked her. She fell to one side gasping. Ben came up behind me. "Where is
she dammit!" he yelled in her face. She stuck her hand into her coat and drew
out a black baretta. Everyone backed off and she shakily got up and backed
away to her four-wheeler. "Boss'll be very displeased to hear this!" she
hissed, pointing the gun from Darren to Nicole, who were coming up on her
right and left sides. "Not if he doesn't hear it." Anna hissed back. "And
what do you expect me to do mate? Keep my big trap shut?" she cried, laughing
at the thought. "No. I don't even expect you to make it back to him." Anna
replied coldly. The girl looked at her nervously, but smiled devilishly.
Suddenly Karl jumped on her back, catching her by surprise, and sending the
gun bouncing into the bushes. She cursed and thrashed under him, knocking him
to the ground. He growled and rolled off by the four wheeler. I lept on her
and grabbed ahold of her neck, while Anna and Nicole searched frantically for
the gun. She gasped and clawed at my hands and cloths, ripping my shirt in
half and scratching at my chest. I began to bleed but I didn't let go.
Finally Anna shot up out of the grass, gun in hand, and pointed it at the
girl, who immediatly surrendered. I wiped my face off and let go, backing
around to Anna's side. "Alright whore, where's Meg?" Anna cried, her eyes
wide, her teeth clenched. "I, I don't know!" the girl shrieked, falling to
the ground and covering her face. "I was only instucted to get the money, I
don't even know where the guy who kidnapped your wife is! I was supposed to
hand the money off to another person, and they would do the same thing, until
finally the money reached him!" she wailed. "Why did he do it?" Anna pushed
on, poking the girl in the temple with the gun. She shrugged. "I guess
because he hates her, he hates Savage Garden, he needs money, and most of
all, he hates you." she said, pointing at me. The tears fell from my eyes and
I turned away. I was't hurt by the comment, just mad. The girl snickered and
laughed, standing up to face Anna. "You won't shoot me, you don't have the
guts!" she taunted, poking Anna in the chest. Anna's teeth chattered, as she
watched the girl walk to her four wheeler and push Karl aside. I began to
walk away, this was all to much. "BANG!" I whipped around just in time to see
the blond girl fall to the ground, dead. I ran back to Anna. "What did you do
that for huh? Now Meg has no chance of living!" I screamed, taking the gun
from her and throwing it into the weeds. "I'm, I'm so sorry Daniel!" she
stammered, her voice trembling, tears staining her cheeks. "She, she just
made me so...mad!" I gave her a hug. "It's alright. I'm sorry too." I
whispered. It was 1:30 already. "My God, the police will be here soon!"
Darren shouted, looking like he was close to fainting. "You're right." Lee
spoke up. He ran throught the field and returned with the gun. He began to
wipe it off with his shirt, and carefully placed it in the girl's bloody
hand, without touching the gun. "There, no finger prints." Karl said. "Oh
God. What have we done?" I mumbled and bent over, and put my hands on my
knees. "Dan, are you ok?" Nicole asked. I shook my head. "Come on! There's no
time!" Darren cried, throwing each of us a duffle bag and running out the
back way of the park. We were home just in time to hear sirens arrive in the
park.
Kidnapper's view:
The death of Marie Patterson was all over the news. That Daniel Jones had
really screwed up this time. I told him in the note, that if he did what he
was told, he could have his wife back. I clicked the TV off and threw the
remote across the room. It smashed in half and landed with a clatter all over
the wooden floor. My other two companions winced. "It's ok boss,we'll catch
the fucker. We still got his wife." one of them said. "Shut up!" I snapped
back at him and walked down the hall. I unlocked the basement door and walked
down the creaking steps. At the bottom I flipped on the light. The woman was
blind folded and her mouth taped shut. She was lying on the cold damp floor,
shivering and crying. Her blindfold was half off. She looked around as I
walked in. I sat down beside her and tightened the loose blind fold and
whispered, "My dear dear Meg, you're husband will rescue you soon. Just to
bad you won't be alive to see him!" A muffled scream escaped her and she
thrashed around as I walked back upstairs and flipped off the light.
Chapter 4
The phone woke me up at noon. Once we had gotten home, I collapsed on the bed
and cried myself to sleep. Darren was downstairs, sleeping on the couch,
making sure that I didn't do anything crazy like try and kill myself. Yeah,
like I would. I reached over and picked up the phone. "Daniel." I said,
without thinking. Normally I answered hello, just in case some psycho fan had
somehow gotten my number. "Ah, Mr.Jones." a computer enhanced voice, came
over the other line. I bolted to my feet, my heart pounding against my ribs.
"What have you done with my wife!" I screamed into the phone. "So, you do
know who, or should I say, what this is." came the same steely voice. I began
to whimper. "Please, just let her be ok." I sniffed. "Well, I do not know,
you did do something pretty stupid, that almost cost her her life..." the
voice trailed off, taunting me, playing with my mind. "You leave her alone
you damned devil from hell!" I screamed, sinking back onto the bed and
crying. "Touchy, touchy."commented the voice. Darren was in the doorway now,
looking alarmed. I nodded to him and he came and sat down beside me. "Just
tell me, is she ok?" I asked quietly. A woman screamed my name in the
backround. "DANIEL! DANIEL HELP ME!" "MEG!" I screamed back, half relieved
that she was alive, and half worried for how long she would remain that way.
"Shut that bitch up!" the person snapped. A loud *thump* came over the line.
"Don't you touch her you blimey bastard!" I shouted. Darren's hand was on my
shoulder, trying to calm me down. "Say one more word Mr.Jones and I'll end
her life right here right now!" the voice on the other end screamed back.
"NO! NO!" Meg sobbed in the backround. "Alright, what do you want me to do?"
I choked through tears. "I want you to go to the old abandoned church outside
of town at precisly 5 o'clock. Come alone and bring the money. If anyone if
with you, I'll kill her. This is your last chance, I warn you Mr.Jones. Do
anything stupid, and bang! She's history. Besides...you might want her back
before we beat her for fun. After all...she is in a fragile stage..." the
person hung up before I could respond, leaving me baffeled. "What did he say?
What did he say?" Darren asked urgently. I told him the plan. "I coming with
you." he said immediatly. I shook my head. "No Darren, I love her, I can't
risk anymore than I already have." I whispered. I didn't mention the 'fragile
stage' part to him. I didn't even get it myself. It was almost 12:30. "I
better get crackin." I said and began to get dressed and shower.
Chapter 5
It was nearly 5:00 when I pulled my car up in front of the church. I got out
and unlocked the trunk, glancing nervously over my shoulder, trying to figure
out if I were being watched or not. There was only 3 million dollars in the
duffels. They were actually stuffed with a little bit of cotton to make them
look fuller. It was risky, but I was sure that this would work. Just as long
as whoever came to pick up the bags didn't look in them. I stepped inside the
church and looked around. Sun floated through the broken glass of the few
small windows. Cobwebs occupied with spiders, covered the broken benches.
Dust floated around in the musty air. "Sit down!" a voice commanded from the
far edge of the church. I did as I was told, placing the bags under the bench
I sat on. Somebody moved across the room. My breath began to come out rapid
and thick, almost choking me as I inhaled. From the shadows stepped Meg,
looking thin and pale, trembling violently. She had bruises on her eyes,
neck, and forehead. Her nylon jeans were torn up one side and her overlarge
sweater was caked in dried blood.
"Daniel!" she cried, holding out her arms.
"Meg! Love!" I screamed back and ran into her arms, wrapping my arms around
her shaking body and hugging her with all my strength. She smelled faintly
like mildew, mixed in with a sort of motherly scent. Her shork dark hair was
tangeled and had dust in it. None the less she was beautiful to me. She cried
into my shoulder and grabbed at my shirt, squeezing it in her hand. We cried
in each other's arms. "Oh Daniel, I was so, so scared." she cried. "Shhh.
It's ok sweety. I'm here now. They won't hurt you." I comforted her, rubbing
her back. I looked into her big green eyes and she looked back at me. She
was smiling almost, her face brighter than I had ever seen it. I bent forward
to kiss her. To my left someone else stepped out from the shadows. "Alright,
fun's over, where's the money?" the person demanded. They had a ski mask over
their face, yet I could tell from the tallness and broad shoulders that it
was a man. The voice seemed funny to me, disoriented by something. But I
didn't care. I nodded towards the bench I was sitting at earlier, praying
silently that he didn't open the bags. But he did, he walked over to them and
unzipped them. Cotton mixed with green bills spilled out of the bag. He stood
up quickly and spun around to face me. I gasped and drew back, bringing Meg
with me. She began trembeling and sobbing again, clutching to my shirt.
The man began to walk towards me, drawing a gun out of his coat and pointing it
at my forehead. "I told you! Now you're going to die!" he shouted. "Meg run!"
I screamed and pushed her behind an old preachers stand. She fell, but
quickly scrambeled to her feet and tried to run through the door, but another
person appeared, dressed the same as the other man, and also holding a gun.
They grabbed Meg by the waist and picked her up. She screamed and flailed in
their grip and bit at them. " Ow! You little witch!" they screamed and hit
her with the bottom of their gun. Meg instantly stopped and fell limp in
their arms. "No!" I screamed and lunged for the person. Just before I had
reached them, something hard hit me in the right side of the head and I
sprawled onto the floor, taking one last glance at my unconcious wife, before
I too, fell unconcious.
Kidnapper View:
"To hell wth that Jones man boss! Let's just kill her now!" one of my
companions screamed. I was cooling off from wearing all those black cloths.
"NO! I need the money!" I shouted back, pushing her against the wall. Mrs.
Jones was lying on the couch. She moaned and turned on her side. She was
still unconcious. "Why the hell did you knock her out?" I screamed, turning
to face my other assistant. "She bit me!" he screamed back. "I swear to God I
am working with the dumbest fucking criminal minds in history!" I cursed and
slammed my foot down. The room was silent. "Christ!" I yelled again and
stormed to the back room and laid down for a quick nap.
I awoke hours later, in my own bed. Darren was asleep on the round chair
across the room. My hand instinctively went to my head and I felt a big gauze
there. At the mention of gauze, my head began to hurt tremendously, so that I
had to shut my eyes to help calm the pain. At the far end of the room, Darren
sat up and sleepily rubbed his eyes. He looked at me and sighed with relief.
"Dammit Jonesy you gave me a real scare!" he cried, getting up and walking
over to me. "What happened?" I asked. Just talking made my head hurt all the
worse. "Well, a few hours after you left, I got worried and came after you.
And that's when I found you, and the bags of money, lying on the church
floor. I hauled you and the money into my car and took you back here, and
you've been asleep ever since." he finshed, sitting down on the bed. "What
time is it?" I asked. "Ten thirty." he replied, feeling my head for
temperature. His hand was cold and clammy and made me wince. My whole body
began to hurt. "Damn." I moaned, rubbing my sore arm. "Daniel? What
happened?" Darren asked. I poured out the whole story, all that I could
remember anyways. When I finished I was in tears. "She was right there Daz,
right there! And I let her slip away!" I wailed, covering my face so he
wouldn't see how red it was. "Shhh, there there Daniel, she'll be alright."
Darren soothed. "Did anyone call?" I asked, thinking of the kidnapper. Darren
shook his head. "Ummm Daniel, there is something I have been meaning to talk
to you about." Darren said quietly. I looked at him curiously. "What?" I
asked. He rubbed his chin and took a picture of Meg off the bedside table and
examined it. "Well, you know how, before you and Meg got married, how I used
to totally be in love with her? Well that is, before I met Lindsay, but do
you remember?" I nodded, my curiosity growing. "Well, I just have to confess,
that I think there is still an old flame for her, somewhere deep inside of
me." he whispered, setting the picture aside and folding his hands. I was
confused. "Darren, why are you bringing this up now?" I asked. He shrugged.
"Just thought you'd like to know." he whispered. "Well, um thanks, I guess.
But are you trying to warn me?" I asked. His answer was interuppted by a
knock on the downstairs door. I tried to get up to answer it but he pushed me
gently back down onto the bed and went to answer it himself. Minutes later he
returned with Nicole at his side. She was wearing a black hooded cape. I
smiled when she walked in. "Don't laugh!" she warned playfully, shaking her
finger at me. "I just came by to check and see how my favorite little green
man was doing." she said, coming to sit by me. I smiled. "I'm just dandy,
aside from the fact that I miss my wife terribly and I'm scared to death for
her." I added. My smile turned upside down and I felt a burning in my eyes
again. "Oh Dan, it's ok, we'll find her!" Nicole perked, rubbing my sore
shoulder. I winced. "I hope you're right." I whispered, wiping my nose. "I am
right." she replied. I nodded and looked to Daz. "Now what?" I asked, playing
with the edge of Nicole's cape. He walked to the floor length windows and
looked out, the moon falling upon his pale face in a rather handsome manner.
"Now," he breathed into the window, "We wait."
Chapter 6
"For what?" Nicole and I asked at the same time. "Well, last time the
kidnapper called and instructed us on what to do next." he said simply,
tracing imaginary things on the window. "But Darren, we've screwed up majorly
this time!" I everything but shouted. He shrugged. "But what else can we do?"
he asked, turning to face me. "Darren, you're acting really weird." Nicole
said. He shrugged again. "Aren't I often weird?" he asked flattly. She
shrugged and turned to me. "I have to go back now, call me if you need
anything?" I nodded. "Thanks Nick." I said and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
She smiled at me and then left. "Darren, I totally agree with her, you are
acting strange, even for you." He walked over to my bed and sat down again.
Instead of answering me, he picked up a magazine and began to read it, acting
as if I wasn't even there. "Dude, I gotta piss." I said finally. I slowly got
up and stretched, scratched myself, and walked to the bathroom and shut the
door. When I came back, Darren had put the magazine down and was stretched
across Meg's side of the bed. His face was buried in her pillow and he was
crying. I walked to the bed and sat down in my spot. "Darren? Are you ok?" I
asked, touching his shoulder. He only nodded and continued crying. His sobs
were deep, and kind of strange to me, I had never heard him cry like that
before. I patted his back and rubbed his shoulders. "It's ok Daz, everything
will we ok." He drew back abruptly from me. I was hurt, but tried to ignore
it and fall back asleep.
Soon, sleep began to drown out his sobs and in mear
minutes he was fast asleep. It took me much longer to fall asleep. Why? Well,
one, there was a snoring pig beside me, and two, I kept thinking of Meg. I
mean, I can barely stand to sleep in a hotel bed when she's not at my side,
let alone my own bed, when she's been wifenapped! And I kept thinking about
the words the kidnapper had said to me: 'After all, she is in a fragile
stage' What kind of fragile stage? She didn't look fragile to me. Meg was
always the fighter, nothing fragile about her...The phone rang. Who could be
calling at this time of bloody night? I picked it up. "Hello?" I asked.
Nobody on the other end answered. "Hello?" I asked again, this time more
loudly, annoyed at the distubance. Noise on the other end. A shuffleing, kind
of crackling. "Daniel?" came the soft, almost inaudible whisper. "Meg? Oh my
God!" I replied, trying not to wake up Darren. "Daniel help me. The other
guys that kidnapped me are asleep. Come and save me please!" her voice was
urgent and tired. "Meg, sweetheart, where are you?" I asked, my voice
trembling as I fumbled for a pen and paper. "Ok, you ready? I'm at...*WHACK*"
The other line went dead. "Meg? Meg? MEG?!" my voice was shrill."NO!" I
screamed slammed down the phone and buried my head in the pillow. Darren
stirred in his sleep, but amazingly didn't wake up. "God, be with her." I
prayed silently into the pillow. Somehow I fell asleep before my mind could
run over all the possibilities of what had happened to my beloved.
Knp. View:
"And exactly what the hell did you think you were doing?" I asked Mrs.Jones.
"I wasn't doing anything now let me go!" She screamed and thrashed in my
grip. I held on with no problem. "Well it looks to me that you were calling
someone." I said calmly. "I wasn't!" she shouted, trying to bite me. "We'll
just see about that! What exactly would happen if I pressed a little button
called redial?" I asked, getting fed up with her game. She began to sob. "You
push it and you find out!" she choked. I threw her up against the wall. One
of my assistants rushed to silence her. Meanwhile I picked up the phone and
clicked redial. The buttons beeped and the phone rang. "Daniel." A groggy,
yet anxious voice answered. I smiled and hung up. "Nice try Mrs. Jones, but
I'm afraid that's going to cost you." I taunted her. Walking up to her I
kicked her hard in the side. She managed a weak scream and then fell to the
ground, writhering in her restraintes. Blood trickled down the right corner
of her mouth. My assistants and I laughed. "Don't ever let it happen again."
I growled and spit on her.
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