I slowly woke up from my from my unconsciousness, still feeling drowsy and drugged but I reckoned it’ll ware off soon. I heard a faint whistle which sounded like a boiling stove kettle...at least I thought it was. My eye sight cleared and that was when I realised there is no boiling kettle. It was the worst thing I could ever imagine. Right in front of my eyes was my younger brother John. My own brother tied up to a chair with chunks of his arm missing. That was when it came back to me as to why I was unconscious in the first place; it was because they had beaten me severely with a baseball bat. Why? I do not know. They spoke but I could not hear them, “sorry, what?” I had asked. They repeated loud and clear this time. They said we were going to play a game, they would ask me 5 questions and if the answers were wrong, they would saw a limb off of my brother body. I wiggled and struggled to break free of the post I was chained to but it was no use. I could not get free even if I tried. I knew for a fact that these questions weren’t going to be easy but I needed to try my hardest so my brother could live. “Question number 1, what colour are my eyes?” it was impossible to answer that question because all 6 of them were wearing pitch black sunglasses and balaclavas. I looked into John’s eyes and saw what was fear and agony, I mouthed to him “I’m sorry” with my eyes bloodshot red and tears streaming down my face I replied to them “green?” And with that one of the Hench men walked over o John with a hack saw, grabbed his arm and slowly severed it off. His screams felt like a knife had been plunged into my heart and twisted constantly. I looked up to see...
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