The Three Little Pigs

Author: Jessie Masoner

As I come to I try to look around me but I there is nothing but darkness, the cause of the darkness I realize to be a black hood. It is quickly removed and the light that it was keeping out is now forcing its way into my head, it feels like it has been ages since I have seen light and I am blinded by its sudden appearance.

As my senses are being overloaded I almost miss the voice that is behind me, "We have been watching you for some time Mr. Johnson"

A second voice chimes in, "Did you really think you could get away with this?"

Lastly a third voice, "And you shall pay for what you have done."

The first voice fills the room, "You will not have another chance at freedom."

Second again, "Do what we tell you to and we may be lenient."

Third, "do not comply and we shall see how much you can truly take."

I am slow to respond at first, "What do you want?" I ask.

"Answers Mr. Johnson"

"Disobedience will not be tolerated"

"You will give us the answers"

"What do you want to know?"

"What did you do with the file?"

"What file?" as soon as I am finished speaking I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder and a warmth trickling down my arm. I don't scream I wont give them the satisfaction.

"We shall not ask you again, what did you do with the file?" firsts voice is more agitated now. For a moment I ponder what I am going to say using the pain as a guise for my thoughts. I am interrupted by thirds twisting of the blade in my shoulder.

"Your answer Mr. Johnson"

"We will not tolerate any stalling"

"This is only the tip of what we can do to you."

I smirk as I give them my response, "You shouldn't have done that, you played your best hand before you knew anything, and this is not how I did it to your other two cronies is it first?"

With that the hood is back on and the blade is twisted out, I am being dragged to another section, most likely to be tortured some more.

"It is just you and me in here Mr. Johnson, if you don't tell me what I want to know I shall move on to your partner, perhaps he will be more compliant than you have."

"He'll tell you nothing!" With that said, a cold piece of metal is pressed against my head and then I feel nothing not even the darkness simply nothing.