The Ransom

Behind me I could here the heavy steps of my pursuer, ahead of me lay a blanket of darkness. My legs shook and my head ached. I didn't know what was behind me, but every time I took a breath I heard the footsteps moving closer and closer to me. Suddenly, someone grabbed me by the shoulder. The tough hand scratched my back. The pursuer dragged me as if I were a criminal. I did not know where I was but the pursuer pushed me against a cold jagged wall.
Then the person spoke to me in a low and crude voice. He wanted all the money I had or he would keep me hostage. My pockets were empty. …