“Alright, you remember the plan right?”

            “Yeah,” Shane responds blankly, staring at Sam with hate filled eyes.

            Good, You remember the rules too tight; no names”

            “Yeah”

            “Okay, then lets wake her up.”

As soon as those words escaped from Jaycee’s mouth, her whole demeanor changed. She took her place in front of Sam. She pulls her arm in the air behind her head, swinging it across Sam’s face. Sam’s eyes fly open and she tries to scream from the pain, but it’s muffled by the tape and instead, sounds like a loud hum. Looking around the room, she sees two figures in front of her dressed in all black and wearing ski masks and begins to panic, trying to get up, but quickly fails. Jaycee grabs her bag, and squats down in front of Sam, pulling out a pair of garden shears.

            “Now Sam, listen up because I’m only going to say this once: If you don’t stop screaming, I am going to cut one of your fingers of for each second that passes, do you hear me?

Sam’s eyes were full of terror, but she calmed herself down and nodded.

            “I’m sorry, how rude of me. I forgot to introduce myself. I am Mr. White, and this is my friend, Mr. Black.” Everything that came out of Jaycee’s mouth was eerily calm, as if she had grown immune to the begging and pleading and had no problem with disfiguring anyone. “When I decide to take the tape off your mouth, I expect you to stay calm; otherwise I will cut your fingers off. If I run out of fingers, then I’ll move on to your toes. If I get done with those and you’re still not quiet, ill cut you eyes out and your tits off, understand?”

Sam nods again, tears streaming down her face.

            “Good,” Jaycee says as she pulls her Smith & Wesson pocket knife from her pocket and cuts the tape, pulling it off.

            “Wha…wha..what do y..y…you w..want from m…me?” Same chokes out through tears.

“Hmm…that’s a good question.” Jaycee says, standing up and turning to Shane. “Mr. Black, you wanna answer that for her?”