The Sniper and the Kidnapper
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,610
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 1
The Sniper and the Kidnapper
“Where’s the money?”
The dishevelled father was startled from his fearful daze. The kidnapper stared him down, repeating the question more aggressively, each word drawn out.
“Where…is…the…money.”
The father looked down into his daughter’s hollowed eyes; tears spent, and clenched the briefcase to his chest. He peered around the terrace, eyes dark and bloodshot from three sleepless nights. Dozens of people passed by each minute. Unable to conceal the desperation in his voice, the father turned his gaze back to the kidnapper and spoke.
“Let my daughter go first.”
The kidnapper watched him stoically, a gloved hand on the girl’s shoulder, tightly gripped. The kidnapper held out his other leather-gloved hand, his fingers calling for the broken man to hand over the briefcase.
“Or else.” He added, pointing up into the rafters of the nearby cathedral.
“Or else what?”
“You have three seconds.”
The father held the briefcase tighter, standing his ground in a moment of misplaced courage. His daughter yelped as the clutch on her shoulder became tighter, stronger, crushing her fragile bones.
“Let go of her!” The father inched forward, panic-stricken and protective.
And then nothing was heard save for the crashing of the briefcase on the pavement and the thud of the father’s heavy body as he fell to the ground. The girl, free at last, ran over to her weeping father, who lay curled on the ground clutching his bullet-wounded foot. The kidnapper swept up the briefcase, verified its contents, and spoke softly.
“I warned you, Mr. Beck. You’ve paid a small price for your mistake. Next time you’ll know better.”
The father looked up from hugging his daughter to say ‘There won’t be a next time’, but the kidnapper had vanished.
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“Where’s the money?”
The dishevelled father was startled from his fearful daze. The kidnapper stared him down, repeating the question more aggressively, each word drawn out.
“Where…is…the…money.”
The father looked down into his daughter’s hollowed eyes; tears spent, and clenched the briefcase to his chest. He peered around the terrace, eyes dark and bloodshot from three sleepless nights. Dozens of people passed by each minute. Unable to conceal the desperation in his voice, the father turned his gaze back to the kidnapper and spoke.
“Let my daughter go first.”
The kidnapper watched him stoically, a gloved hand on the girl’s shoulder, tightly gripped. The kidnapper held out his other leather-gloved hand, his fingers calling for the broken man to hand over the briefcase.
“Or else.” He added, pointing up into the rafters of the nearby cathedral.
“Or else what?”
“You have three seconds.”
The father held the briefcase tighter, standing his ground in a moment of misplaced courage. His daughter yelped as the clutch on her shoulder became tighter, stronger, crushing her fragile bones.
“Let go of her!” The father inched forward, panic-stricken and protective.
And then nothing was heard save for the crashing of the briefcase on the pavement and the thud of the father’s heavy body as he fell to the ground. The girl, free at last, ran over to her weeping father, who lay curled on the ground clutching his bullet-wounded foot. The kidnapper swept up the briefcase, verified its contents, and spoke softly.
“I warned you, Mr. Beck. You’ve paid a small price for your mistake. Next time you’ll know better.”
The father looked up from hugging his daughter to say ‘There won’t be a next time’, but the kidnapper had vanished.
~