Michael spent the day with Nana while I was reading up on this study that was conducted by Yale University on Emergency Medicine.

The slow jazz played on the radio as I continue to read in the office area by my room. I hummed quietly the melody while writing notes on the article. My thoughts were interrupted as my chair abruptly began to move backwards. I growl turning around, "Mic- HEY!" My mouth was covered with a hand as I try to scream. Tears roll back my face as I felt ropes tied around my body, tying me to the chair.

Who was this?! Where's Michael...my NANA?!

Eventually, the hand moved from my mouth as two guys, wearing black leather trench coats with dark sunglasses appear. They looked like they were from the Terminator. One of the guys had jet black hair, slicked back. The other one's hair wasn't as neat. It was honey brown and fluffy. Out of all the patients I've had, I've never seen these guys ever in my life.

"What the hell do you want from me?!"

One of the guys sneered before taking off his glasses, "Well, first we have business to handle with you." I squint at him, "Look, I will give you money, whatever you want, just leave me alone! I've never bothered anyone!" My voice crack as tears continued to roll down my face. The honey blonde haired one pouts as he caresses my cheek with his knuckle, wiping my tears, "Mm, a pretty woman you are. I see why my boss fancies you." He had a nice, British accent.

So there's someone who's over these guys?

I growl angrily, "Your boss is a coward to not face me right now." They chuckle at my anger, as the slick haired one began speaking, "You're simply pathetic like your boyfriend." I grit my teeth, "Where's Michael?" Honey blonde boy responded, "Oh shopping with your sweet little Nana. Don't worry, we wouldn't want to do anything hurt her." I squirm in the chair, trying to get free.

"Well, who the hell are you? And what do you want from me?!"

They snickered at me, "Well, you see your old man. decided to play with the big boys and gambled with the wrong things." My eyes widen, "M-my dad?" Slick boy nods, "Mate refuse to pay up, he's going to pay by force." He opens a pocket knife and gently slides it against my jawline. I could feel the cool blade against my skin. His warm breath was against my ear which caused me to shiver.

"Don't worry, you're the fittest gal I've seen that's why I won't kill you just yet..I see why Michael truly fancies a gal like yourself."

He presses the knife against my skin more as it slowly cuts my jawline. I could feel the sensation of my flesh cutting causing me to wail in pain. The slick-haired man hisses, "Benton, stop it!" He stops as my eyes widen at the sight of my own blood on the knife. I whisper, "Please...I will pay what my father owes you, but to hurt me or the people I love...I can't tolerate it." The slick-haired one slaps my face, "Stupid bitch...he owes us $250,000." My face was stinging from the slap as well as my knife wound.

$250,000?! I don't have that kind of money? What the hell did my dad do.

"Lance, play nice."

So the blonde haired one must be Benton, and Lance was the slick haired one. Hm.

I look at them, gulping, "I don't have that type of money." Lance chuckles, "Your boyfriend does." I grumble, "Leave Michael out of this." Benton sneered, "Give us the money and we will. He's dating you, which makes him part of the game. Fine a way to get the money." My wrist ached from how tight the rope was around me as I screamed,

"LOOK HERE, THIS IS NOT A SICK JOKE, LET ME GO AND LEAVE ME AND MY FAMILY ALONE. WHATEVER CRAP YOU HAVE WITH MY DAD IS ON YOU."

Lance was furious at me that he grabs Benton's knife and stabs me in the stomach. My eyes widen at the sight at the piercing, excruciating pain that came with it. My body shook at the sight of my thick, warm blood flowing from the chair.

"Hm, that shut her up."

Benton was quiet the whole time. He somewhat didn't agree with Lance's method of stabbing me as he kneels down to me, "Get us the money, soon." He unties me as my hands immediately was on the knife was inside me.

If I pull it out...I'll bleed to death...

I looked down at the wound before I looking  up. The two guys were gone. They somehow disappeared. I was in a pain I never felt before as I crawled to the the phone, calling 911. The phone rang as the first responder answered but somehow my voice couldn't come out. I didn't have the strength to speak. My body slouched against the wall as I crawl into the hallway. I heard the front door downstairs open, hearing Michael and my Nana laughing and giggling.

"Help...please.."

My head slouched onto the floor. The vibrations of footsteps against the stairs got louder. Eventually, everything was black.

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Poor Marina. Let's pray she gets to a hospital in time. But what about Lance and Benton, who was their boss? Will Marina get the money they desire?

Stay tuned to find out!

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