User:Fairly7Local/1

"Wake up!"

You felt someone slap your face, and instantly opened your eyes.

"Ow!"

Jennifer looked at you with a psychotic smile on her face, spreading from ear to ear. There was a searing pain in your stomach. You then realised that you had been handcuffed with your hands behind your back to a metal pole. As you sat cross-legged on the cold stone floor, pulling at your restraints, your heart began to beat faster.

"What the fuck?"

She giggled and stood up.

"I'm sorry if I startled you. I guess there are nicer ways to do this, but I prefer a more straightforward process."

"Where am I? Let me go!" You began to sweat.

"That won't be possible at the moment. You're in my basement, and I'm not going to let you go until you've completed all the tasks I've given you."

"What tasks?"

"You're going to help me kill some motherfuckers."

"I'm not gonna murder anyone for you!" You spat.

"You will help me, and I'll tell you why." She held up a remote control, and pressed a button. You heard a high pitched 'beep' which seemed to come out from inside your abdomen.

"I've implanted a small bomb inside you. I stitched it to your stomach lining so you can't shit it out. If I press this red button on my remote, it'll blow you to pieces. If I press this yellow button..." She pressed the button, and you suddenly felt as if your body was on fire. You screamed as she laughed at your misery.

"That delivers an electric shock. If you flat out refuse to cooperate with me, I won't hesitate to press red and end your useless life right here. Are you going to help me or not?"

You nodded as you tried to recover from the painful spasms you had just experienced, keeping your eyes fixed to the red button on her remote, which her thumbs hovered over.

"Good. That's what I like to see."

She stepped back away from you.

"There's a key in your pocket. The handcuffs should give you enough room to let you reach it and then unlock yourself. Do it now."

You stretched to reach inside your trouser pocket, and fished out a key. With great difficulty, you inserted it into the keyhole in your handcuffs and unlocked them, allowing you to stretch your arms out and stand up. You noticed that the pain in your stomach was less intense than before, but every muscle in your body felt sore and tense.

"Now, listen carefully. There are four people in my life I have to get rid of. These are people that have wronged me in the worst ways imaginable, and you're going to help me end them. They are my husband Harry, my boss David, my stepmom Martha and my colleague Annabelle."

She paused as if she thought she was forgetting something, then nods to herself.

"I want you to help me shoot them all dead." Jennifer threw a gun towards you. You picked it up, examining it.

"Do you know how to use that?"

You nodded. "I think so." Then you looked back at her. "Why do I have to be a part of this? Can't you just kill them yourself?"

"I want someone else to do the dirty work for me, because I can't risk getting caught. I can't afford a professional hit man either. There's another reason I want you involved, but I'll tell you that later. Now, we've got to start somewhere. I'll let you pick who we kill first."

You sighed, confused and tired. The pain had almost completely subsided except for a few areas. You took a deep breath in and felt an irritating bulge in your stomach from something pressing against it.

"What were their names again?" You asked reluctantly.

Harry - husband

Martha - stepmom

David - boss

Annabelle - coworker

Shoot Jennifer in the head with the gun