Beg For Your Life
I don’t know who my kidnappers are. One is male, one is female, I can tell that much at least. I don’t recognize their voices. They’re just two opportunists with guns wearing dark clothes and ski masks over their heads. Like some bad crime drama from the 90s.
The woman is setting up a computer while the man sits me down in a chair in front of it. He checks that the duct tape tying my hands behind my back is secure. It’s uncomfortable, but whatever.
“OK. You get one shot at this,” he says. “If you want to live, you’d better make this good.”
I nod. The woman indicates the live stream is ready.
“Plead your case,” my kidnapper says.
I look into the webcam.
“Mom and Dad, as you’ve figured out by now, I’ve been kidnapped. These people want $5 million for my safe return.” I start laughing. The man and woman exchange glances and then look back at me. The man points at me, like it’s some great warning or something.
“But the joke’s on them, right, Mom and Dad? This is what I want. I’ve been looking for ways to kill myself for years now. Hoping to find something gentle, easy. The pills didn’t work; the razor blades didn’t work. Now, I think these guys are serious, so I might just have finally found my way out. Keep your money, Mom and Dad. It always meant more to you than I did, anyway. Hasta la vista, baby!”
“Shut it off, shut it off!” the kidnapper yells as he tackles me from my chair. He holds his gun to my head.
I’m still laughing, I’m laughing, I’m laughing. And then, I have no idea why, but I’m crying.
Prompt: You are being held for ransom. You are given the opportunity to say into a web camera your plea for your life. What do you say in those two minutes? From 1,000 Awesome Writing Prompts by Ray Andrew Kinder.