Tuesday, 5 January 2016

Short Story #45: Betrayed

"What are you going do to us?" I asked the masked man boldly while Minnie gripped my arm in fear. I could tell that in a few minutes that it would start to bruise by the way she was clutching it tightly as if her whole life depended on it.

The evil man did nothing and even though only his mouth was covered, I could tell that it was twisted into a devilish grin from the way his eyes glinted with menace. Minnie and I held our breath as the man reached for something deep in his jacket.

Minutes dreadfully passed by and when it was clear that the man was simply going to stand there, Minnie and I both bolted to the door behind the man, craving for our freedom out of the insane house.

However, before I could reach out for the doorknob, the man threw a few tiny balls harshly into the ground. Soft thumps hit the wooden floorboards and upon impact, green-coloured smoke filled the room. My eyes began to water as my lungs strained for air and my throat seemed to have a disgusting taste. I hastily tried to grab Minnie's hand but I could barely breathe myself. Clearly the effects of the strange smoke, my legs became frozen to the ground and my arms became completely lifeless. As I laid there on the floor vulnerably, I heard loud claps that echoed within the tiny room we were held in.

"Good job, Minnie," I could hear the man praising my girlfriend. What the hell is he yapping about?

"Of course. You have to keep your side of our agreement," Minnie replied smoothly. Huh? Minnie's usual sweet voice became laced with spite.

"That goes without saying," the man responded before breaking into peals of laughter.

I had no idea what was happening anymore. All I knew was that I tasted the bitter taste of betrayal. My eyes slowly drooped and I willingly succumbed to my awaiting fate.

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