Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-35813646-20181216231933

This is pending review, please message me on what I could do better _________________________________________________________________________________ My heart raced, I stood sweating while the man standing in front of me held the camera close to my face. The all wore mask, speaking a foreign language, all staring at me emotionlessly. Bounded to this chair, I was hopeless, the chance of a rescue was slim.

One of them approached me, our eyes met. He simply just stood next to the camera, his eyes still stuck on mine. My fellow comrades are bonded to chairs next to me, some cried to be spared, some broke under the thought of never seeing their families again. I simply remained emotionless. What good of me begging for life when I have already lost everything? My family and my home what else? I simply sat and stared at that man.

“Limadha 'ant huna” He asked. I simply remained silent. “Limadha 'ant huna!” he shouted, this time punching me with his dusters.

“Suck on my tiny dick” I said. He simply looked. He resumed punching me, even harder than before. I started spitting blood, I don’t know how much more I could take.

He then turned to one of my comrades and simply said “'iinha' hdha”. The other men dragged a boy of his chair and slammed him in front of the camera. The one with dusters then said in English, “If you do not call of your soldiers, we will execute these four, starting with this one.” He pulled out his pistol aiming at the boy’s head. He shot the boy, emptying a full magazine into his head. All that remained was his lifeless body and the bloody puddle with scattered brains and skull fragments that use to be his head.

The others that are bound to their pending doom threw sick to their sides at the sight of the boy’s fragmented head, knowing they would suffer a more painful fate. “If you wish to save the remaining three’s worthless lives, withdrawal all your troops from this country and we will let them go.” Then the man turned to me, loading another mag into his gun and announced, “In three hours, if you do not initiate a withdrawal, we will execute the remaining Americans.”

Three hours have past and I could still hear faint gunshots outside. The man returned to us and asked me, “Do you believe in Allah?” I replied, “You fucking pigs should burn in hell.”  He pointed his gun to my head and said, “Wrong answer.” 