The kidnappers grabbed Casey and the little boy by the arm and dragged them inside the house. The inside of the house was much worse than the outside. There was trash everywhere and a heavy scent lingered in the air.
One step inside you could tell it's been empty for years. There was dust everywhere and obviously signs of vandalism. If it weren't for the location, the house would've been a haven for people interested in the paranormal.
The kidnappers took Casey and the little boy to the kitchen and sat them on the chair. They took out ropes and started to tie Casey and the little boy to the chair.
The kitchen wasn't as bad as the rest of the house but it was still horrible. Broken plates all on the floor. If one weren't careful they'd cut themselves just by being in the room. The chairs themselves looked half broken as if just a little force would cause them to come crashing down.
The women with red hair gave the kidnappers and look and beckoned them to follow her. In just a few seconds they all scurried up the stairs.
Casey and the little boy were left alone in the kitchen. The chairs were positioned so that they were facing each other. With the clear view of the little boy, Casey realized how bad his injuries were.
In the car he knew the little boy had cut himself and that the kidnapper had cut him to teach him a lesson, but he didn't realize it was that bad. He looked at the little boy and tried to hold back his tears.
He didn't do a good job at that as a good amount of tears starting pouring out. The little boy scoffed in annoyance. "Why are you always crying. You're such a cry baby. Crying isn't going to help us."
Casey looked at the little boy and retorted. "So what if I cry! It's my eyes, just leave me alone if you're so annoyed by it. I can do whatever I want."
Casey turned his head to signal that he was ignoring him. The little boy rolled his eyes at Casey and started to think of ways to escape. He looked towards Casey's direction and noticed a piece of a broken plate. It looked sharp enough to cut the rope.
The kidnappers should be up there for a while. It looked like they had something important to do. It would give them just enough time to cut the ropes and run a good distance without getting caught.
The little boy looked at Casey and hesitated on whether he should tell Casey of the plan, but decided to do so in the end. "Hey! Look on the floor on your right, theres a broken plate if you can get it we might be able to escape."
Casey turned to look at his right and then at the little boy. Casey nodded and immediately got to work. The kidnappers had tied their hands so he had to try to fall on the ground to get the plate.
Casey started rocking the chair back and forth and fell with a thud. Casey and the little boy immediately went slient to try to hear if the kidnappers would come down.
After a few seconds it was still quiet so Casey continued. He scooted the chair to where his hands could reach the plate and managed to grab it.
He immediately started cutting away at the rope, although he cut his hands while doing it, he was too focused on try to escape and barely noticed the pain.
After a few seconds he managed the cut the rope on his hands. He immediate beamed and smiled at the little boy.
The little boy smile at Casey but then immediately went back to his stoic expression. "Quickly come cut my rope." The little boy said.
Casey immediately rushed over to the little boy as quietly as he could and cut the rope around the little boy. The little boy immediately stood up and took Caseys hands.
They both rushed towards the front door. "Hey! Where are you going! Get back here you little shits!"
Casey and the little boy turned their heads and saw the blonde kidnapper yelling at them. The blonde quickly alerted the other kidnappers.
The little boy tightened his grip on Caseys hands and rushed out the door.