The Witness-Chapter 4

Chapter IV
Hostage

They took me back to Eye Bay, back to the cave in which they had first emerged. In it was a small boat with the word DOOM printed on the side. Just looking at it made me shudder. Slowly, the gang members pushed it out of the cave and onto the sand. They gave it one final shove, and it slipped into the water.
One of the gang stepped forward. He pushed a chair in from behind me, so it knocked me off my feet and I collapsed on it. He tied my hands to the arms of the chair. The rope cut into me and I cried out in agony. But all they did was laugh. Then he tied my feet to the legs of the chair. The rope seemed to stop the blood getting to my feet.
Then the rest of them helped him lift me up onto the boat. They threw me into a cupboard and locked the door. I could hear them laughing outside, like a herd of donkeys. The cupboard was damp and dark. There was barely enough room for me in it. I squirmed and wriggled, trying to break free. I even tried biting through the rope. After a few minutes I got tired and fell asleep. Those minutes turned into hours, and those hours turned into days. Depression devoured me, feeding on my loneliness and fear.
When I woke up, the men outside had grown quiet. I could hear them pulling ropes and working. The boat seemed to have stopped. I wondered where the men could be taking me. Somewhere nasty, probably. I could hear someone messing with the lock on the door. The door was suddenly wrenched open, the leader standing in the doorway. He grinned an evil grin and hauled me out the cupboard. Another man came forward and untied me. The parts of skin that had been rubbed against the rope were red and blistered. They marched me off the boat, one man at either side of me. I looked up and saw where the gang were taking me.
The boat was floating in some sort of harbour, though there were no other boats there. The pier led up to the front door of a very strange building indeed.
It was like a huge black rock, although close up you could see it was made out of black polished granite. If you had been looking at it from above, you would have assumed it was a small island, which was probably the intention. It had no windows or doors except from the one we were standing in front of. The door was grey and very hi-tech. It was basically just a slab of stone. To its left was a tiny intercom. The leader approached it and pressed a red button.
“Agent Berry,” he said.
“Please insert your MOOD,” an automated voice replied, as a small box emerged from the wall. The leader then took a device out of his pocket that looked a bit like a mobile phone. He dropped it into the box, which then slid back into the building. For about a minute, we stood there waiting for his ‘MOOD’ to be scanned. Finally, the box came out, with the ‘MOOD’ still in it.
“Admission accepted” the voice said. The door slid open, and I was shoved into my doom.