THE DIVA
Below is an excerpt from my third book, Protected. This collection of 36 short stories involves scenarios of mistaken vulnerability. In the case of this story, four kidnappers realized that some hostages are better left alone:
“Wha- What’s going on?” Damea asked.
“Ms. Gency,” Eddie quietly said, “I’m afraid you’ve been kidnapped.”
Our hostage’s response was to laugh. Even quarter-stoned, her voice was beautiful.
“Oh c’mon, guys!” Damea giggled. “April Fool’s was last week!”
With his right hand, Eddie pulled out a small pocketknife and flicked out its serrated blade. Then he yanked off her hood. Mesmerizing green eyes blinked under the harsh dining room lighting. Amusement turned to fear as she noticed Eddie’s razor-sharp blade hovering inches from her left eye. He held the blade there with the stillness of a surgeon and gave Damea his patented “don’t-make-me-carve-you-up” glare. She cringed.
“Sorry to borrow you, Ms. Gency,” he said, full of menace. “But you have something we want.”
“W-What?” Damea gasped as she looked up at each of us. “What do you want?!”
“The password to your offshore account,” Eddie continued. “The one with 40 million Euros in it.”
The notion made her laugh again. Eddie was half-entranced by her beauty and part angry that she wasn’t coughing up an account number.
“So this is a real kidnapping?” Damea asked.
“Yes,” Eddie said with growing impatience.
“I’m not on some hidden-camera show or something?”
“Does this blade feel fake to you?” Eddie asked as he gently pressed the tip of the knife against her throat.
The ropes on her wrists and ankles snapped like string as the diva made her move. Her hands wrapped around Eddie’s thick right wrist and twisted it with ease. He screamed as bones broke and the knife fell out of his ruined hand. Then Damea Gency casually pushed Eddie off her so hard that his feet left the floor! Eddie was still screaming like a child during his short, painful trip to the ceiling. Then his back hit hard enough to leave a crack as he fell, hit the carpet face-first, and stopped moving.
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“Wha- What’s going on?” Damea asked.
“Ms. Gency,” Eddie quietly said, “I’m afraid you’ve been kidnapped.”
Our hostage’s response was to laugh. Even quarter-stoned, her voice was beautiful.
“Oh c’mon, guys!” Damea giggled. “April Fool’s was last week!”
With his right hand, Eddie pulled out a small pocketknife and flicked out its serrated blade. Then he yanked off her hood. Mesmerizing green eyes blinked under the harsh dining room lighting. Amusement turned to fear as she noticed Eddie’s razor-sharp blade hovering inches from her left eye. He held the blade there with the stillness of a surgeon and gave Damea his patented “don’t-make-me-carve-you-up” glare. She cringed.
“Sorry to borrow you, Ms. Gency,” he said, full of menace. “But you have something we want.”
“W-What?” Damea gasped as she looked up at each of us. “What do you want?!”
“The password to your offshore account,” Eddie continued. “The one with 40 million Euros in it.”
The notion made her laugh again. Eddie was half-entranced by her beauty and part angry that she wasn’t coughing up an account number.
“So this is a real kidnapping?” Damea asked.
“Yes,” Eddie said with growing impatience.
“I’m not on some hidden-camera show or something?”
“Does this blade feel fake to you?” Eddie asked as he gently pressed the tip of the knife against her throat.
The ropes on her wrists and ankles snapped like string as the diva made her move. Her hands wrapped around Eddie’s thick right wrist and twisted it with ease. He screamed as bones broke and the knife fell out of his ruined hand. Then Damea Gency casually pushed Eddie off her so hard that his feet left the floor! Eddie was still screaming like a child during his short, painful trip to the ceiling. Then his back hit hard enough to leave a crack as he fell, hit the carpet face-first, and stopped moving.
For more details, follow this link: www.talesunlimited.net.
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