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<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n\u201cOh Jake,\u201d he clucked his tongue, shaking his head with exaggerated sadness \u201cHow stupid are you? Do I really look like I need your money, or even want it?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cSo what the fuck do you want?\u201d Jake asked, tears burning the back of his eyes and blocking his throat, please\u2026 I will do whatever you want, just let me go.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cI want\u2026\u201d he started, taking a deep breath\u2026 \u201cto play a game.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cWhat the fuck\u2026? You want to play a game? Right now? What the fuck kind of game is that?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cTwenty questions. Or in this case, three questions. I will ask three questions. You get one right; I will loosen one of the binds on you. You get all of them right, you are free to go. Deal?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cOkay. Okay deal! Now let\u2019s do this so I can fucking get out of here!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cGood!\u201d He got up from the chair and picked up a knife.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cWhat are you doing with that?\u201d Jake asked, panicked.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cNothing. I just really like sharp objects,\u201d he said, shrugging casually. He ran the tip of the knife over the length of his forefinger. \u201cFirst question\u2026\u201d he said, playing with the knife so it caught the light and glinted dangerously. \u201cOh and one more thing before we start playing. I really like honesty, so please answer all the questions honestly. Do we have a deal?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cYes. We have a deal. Now can we start the fucking game?”<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cSo much strong language. Watch your language, Jake. It is important to be polite.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cYou\u2019re fucking crazy!\u201d Jake replied. His abductor sighed and shook his head.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cYou know what happens to people who don\u2019t listen to instructions, Jake? They get punished. I\u2019m afraid I have to punish you now Jake,\u201d he said softly. Taking the knife, he made a quick, deep cut at the back of his ankle.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cFu \u2013 Oh my God!\u201d Jake groaned, gritting his teeth against the pain that flooded him. Blood soaked the white sheets on which he lay.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cYou\u2019re a fast learner, aren\u2019t you, Jake. Now that we\u2019ve gotten that out of the way, let\u2019s get started on our game. First question\u2026\u201d he cut off when kept on hearing whimpering sounds. \u201cWould you please shut up? I need to concentrate!\u201d Jake kept quiet immediately. \u201cThank you. Now, finally\u2026 the first question. Have you ever called a black person a \u2018nigga\u2019 \u2026either to his face or behind his back?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cYes. I have. People use that word all the damn time. But I\u2019m not racist\u2026\u201d he shouted again, when he received another deep cut with the knife at the back of his ankle.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cI told you to answer the question, not blabber.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d Jake whined, and shut up.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cGood. Now question number two. Have you ever slept with a black woman?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cYou don\u2019t know anything about me, do you? Because if you did, you would know that I am dating a black woman for Pete\u2019s sakes!\u201d The snide remark earned him another gash at the back of his ankle. More blood on the sheets.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cWhat did I tell you about blabbering?\u201d he asked.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cYes. I have slept with a black woman!\u201d Jake answered. He was losing blood rapidly and was beginning to lose strength too.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cGood. Now the last question. Do you think the whites are superior to the blacks?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cI told you before. I am not fu \u2013 freaking racist. I do not think whites are superior to blacks. We are all human.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cDon\u2019t make me hurt you, Jake. Be honest.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cI swear to you. I am not racist. Now I have answered all your stupid questions. Let me go you fucking cunt!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\nThe end was quick for Jake. All he saw was the glint of the light on the knife, and all that followed was thick blackness.<\/em><\/p>\n***<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cI need you to please calm down, ma\u2019am. And repeat what you just told me,\u201d Detective Craig said into the receiver.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cThere is a dead man hanging in the park! Come quickly, Detective! It is such a horrible sight!\u201d she managed to repeat before she dissolved into a puddle of tears.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cCalm down, ma\u2019am. We will be in the park in ten minutes,\u201d he said, placing the receiver back in its cradle. He shot out of his seat immediately.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cDetective Liam. Get your men immediately. There has been an incident in the park,\u201d he barked, walking briskly to his truck, his legs eating up the ground in long strides. He hadn\u2019t received this type of call in years, and he was baffled by it. Essex was usually a very peaceful place, and the thought of a dead man hanging in the park was just too grotesque for their peaceful little town. If it was a murder, he was going to make sure the culprit was brought to justice, whatever it took.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cWhat is this incident in the park, sir?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cThere has been a murder.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\nAt his grave announcement, a heavy silence fell on all the men in the truck. A murder in their town was a very rare occurrence and they were shocked to their marrow at the mere thought of it. Detective Craig drove as quickly as he could winding through the late afternoon traffic. Cars scurried this way and that to make way for the truck. They got to the park in exactly ten minutes and found people gathered around a lamp post.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cPlease excuse us,\u201d Detective Craig said softly, as people parted for him immediately. He was not ready for what he saw. A young man hung from the lamp post, naked. Several knife marks where scattered about his skin and his\u2026<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cOh fuck. The son of a bitch cut off his dick?\u201d Detective Liam whispered incredulously.<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cWe found him. Nobody has an idea when he was put there and nobody saw it happen. But we found him a few minutes ago. We also saw this\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\nAt her words, the crowd separated and he saw the wall behind them. There was a message written on the wall with red paint\u2026 or at least he hoped it was red paint. He read it aloud:<\/em><\/p>\n\u201cDo you like what you see?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\nSon of a bitch.<\/em><\/p>\nConclusion<\/h2>\n
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