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“Don’t be rash, I have her trapped in my arms. You don’t want anything bad to happen to her or do you?” He smiles and laughs maliciously holding tightly to Elizabeth's dear life. Elizabeth’s strong grip of fear and desperation for life was piercing into his left hairy arm causing him to yell of pain and threaten to point the sharp butcher knife angling it to slit her delicate, frail neck. “Look here, if you behave I will treat you better. If not, you know what will happen. You will be killed like my other pets who have misbehaved.” He whispered and heavily breathes into Elizabeth’s right ear.

Beth flinched for a second pointing a gun towards the man aiming for his chest. Without giving it a second thought she took her last breath before pulling the trigger from the black, 9-inch k-frame revolver without hesitation. Bang! Everything went silent and the rain from the night poured down as heavily as a waterfall falling from 60 ft above. As soon as the bang was heard, the gun fell from her hand and landed on the moldy wooden floor. Screams and cries were filled in the tiny, abandoned, two-floor, rundown cabin with a sweet metallic scent. The bullet pierced right through the middle of the kidnapper’s chest, oozing out blood, causing him to fall down from the queen-sized bed. Landing flat on the floor splattering his blood everywhere in the dark cold bedroom. Seeing the lifeless body lying on the floor, the now traumatized hostage sat there and screamed. Seeing how traumatized the youngest hostage was, tears streamed down her cold cheeks and Beth ran towards Elizabeth with arms wide open. Cradling her and soothing her golden locks softly letting the moon emit light through the frail glass window making her delicate locks shine beautifully. But even so, it wasn’t helping Elizabeth calm down.

“No! Get away from me, you monster!” She screamed, letting all her fear pour out of her mouth and shoving her with terror while showing her teary red eyes.

Sadden by Elizabeth’s sudden actions, she quietly replied with, “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault for scaring you and not protecting you. If you want to forget me and erase your memories, then there is a solution for that. I can fix this mess.” While searching for the gun she used to kill their kidnapper her state of mind went blank. Her eye lifeless as death appeared, walking around sort of a daze. As she found the gun, she picked it up and stared at the scared, frail little Elizabeth. After picking up the gun, she stood still for a few seconds, still showing her lifeless eyes. But for poor Elizabeth, those few seconds felt like an eternity. Beth finally broke the silence and spoke, “Goodbye, dear Elizabeth. You will be free from this blood-curdling monster.” As she spoke her last words, Beth grabbed the cadaver’s left arm and dragged him out of the bedroom leaving a long trail of red blood, leaving a fresh scent of sweet metallic and musk. Elizabeth closed the door giving her the last glance.

Seeing her close the door Elizabeth sat there on the queen-sized bed, wondering what was happening behind that door. After a minute of the unknown and silence, another horrifying sound was made again. Bang! The very same sound that was made from the same revolver used earlier to kill her abductor. Elizabeth heard something she didn’t want to hear, the falling of a crackling body. Splat! Beth’s body landed on the first floor. Everything went silent after the lifeless body landed on the first hardwood floor, creating a warm pool of blood surrounding the soon-to-be-cold cadaver. Knowing what had happened, Elizabeth breathes heavily and screams uncontrollably.