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The Best Shot — C. Grant Maxwell
Chapter 5 of Another Twisted Short Story
After watching two people we knew die gruesomely, Ulrich stood as he stopped the video.
“That certainly got me ready for the next act,” he said while opening the drawer next to the recliner. He pulled out a pistol and a set of handcuffs.
“Now, shall we go?”
His leering smirk landed on Tonya, and he slid the gun into his pocket. He pulled a knife from his pocket and flipped it open. I recognized the weapon from the text message. Tonya gave a yelp when he forced one end of the handcuffs around her wrist.
“Be good and do exactly as I say, or I’ll let you watch as I skin your boyfriend alive,” he promised her. “I learned quite a bit from the boys down south.”
After removing the ropes binding Tonya to the couch, he led her to me. As I considered my dwindling options, he painfully clicked the other handcuff around my wrist. He stood over me triumphantly.
“Yeah, I see you plotting in your head. You’re not a hard man to figure out,” Ulrich said before he smacked my sore cheek with the back of his hand.
“Get Tonya her clothes!” I demanded.
