“Oh, no you don’t,” the man said. He grabbed him and shoved him into the basement.
Don gasped as the man walked down the stairs and grabbed Don’s arm. “A little insurance, Jake, so you don’t try and escape again,” he replied. He held up the knife, and it glistered in the sunlight…
“No!” Don yelled flinging himself against the wall as the man started to cut one of his fingers. “No, no! Let me go! STOP!! Please don’t’! I’m not Jake! Stop!!!!” he yelled and yanked it away as the man made a cut. A trail of blood hung down.
2006-09-26
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