John's POV
"Awwww, come on! Why me?! What did I do?!", I yell, my voice echoing off the thick, white, brick walls. "Let me go! Can I at least get a bucket!? Hey! There's a freaking---" I'm cut off by a loud metal danging on the metal door. "Hey, shut up in there!", the voice said. I roll my eyes and crane my neck to look at the thick ropes tied around my wrists. The people who kidnapped me, or should I say adult-napped me, is really crappy at checking their prisoner(s) for weapons, cause I had my pocket knife up my sleeve the whole time. And, I STILL don't know how the heck they manhandled me into that van! Well, there was, like, 20 cops out there. I'm just glad they didn't take (Y\N), too. Or, Izzy. Or, Chi-Chi. I stop thinking for a moment to listen for any movement outside the door. I hear none. Good. I need some time to cut this crappen rope or I won't have a wrist anymore. I twist my hand up and around to my sleeve and slowly pull out the knife. I get on to cutting away at the rope, which would take me forever but, worth a try. I got almost halfway through when I heard heavy footsteps and the door being swung open. I squealed and dropped the knife on the floor where it clattered away. I felt someone grab my face and jerk it toward them. I would say it was a pretty girl, if I could see her face, that is. She was wearing a mask that covered her whole face. It was black on one side with white eyes and the opposite on the other. I cautiously looked down at her hip to see a handgun. A Glock 19 Gen 4 9mm Pistol, to be exact. The guards on either side of the door had big guns. Huge. From as far as I can tell, I think they are 16 Remington 870 Express Tactical Magpul's. The lady said, "Hey, look at me!" I glared at her and said, "I'm going to get out of before you know what hit you." She stared at me for a second then, burst out laughing. "Ha! Oh, John, you're so cute! You really think you can escape me!" Then, she glared at me with such ferocious eyes that it made me shiver. Not in fear, of course. She said, "If you think that, you are terribly mistaken. I will show who I REALLY am and capable of." She smirked and slid off her mask. I gasped loudly at the woman I was seeing in front of me. It was my ex-girlfriend, Sara Lawn. Her long, sandy blond hair fell halfway down her back. She stepped around me and bent to pick up the pocket knife I had stupidly dropped. She walked back in front of me and bent down to eye level. She trailed the knife across my chin. I felt it start to slowly cut into my skin. "Now, let's see what we can do about this stubble, shall we?"