The kidnapper(Short story)

A cold cloth is shoved over my mouth and nose. I try to grab it but something or someone is holding me in place. My arms go limp and my body feels heavy. My head drops backwards. Everything went black.

When I wake up, I am no longer in the streets. I’m surrounded by darkness and even though I can’t see very well. I can just about see wire running around my body holding me in place. My hands were tied behind the back of what I think is a chair. I tried moving my wrists but that only made my wrists ache. 

“Michael.” Says an old and croaky voice. I looked around and I noticed a figure in the corner of the room but they kept to the shadows so I couldn't see their face. “Well? Speak Michael. That is your name isn’t it?”

I remain silent. “ In dangerous situations staying silent is best.”  My mother once said. 

“I have had victims like you before but they have always started to talk in the end.” The figure lifts a long bony hand. A gun. They aim the gun at my head. “My name is John and you will talk. If you remain silent, death will be the next place you will be.”

“If being quiet is too much of a risk keep them talking.” My mother once said. 

“Yes, my name is Mike. You are correct though Michael is my name.”

“Good.” He says. “Now answer this: where does your mother keep her money? She’s Jane stones is she not? One of the top billionaires in the world?”

“Yes but she died years ago and her money got burned.” I take a breath. “ She didn’t want it to end up in the wrong hands.”

“You're lying.” He releases the trigger. A bullet fired a few inches away from my feet. "Tell me the truth or the next bullet will be in your head."

My mind fights to think of a way out of this. I thought of none.

I take a deep breath. "You're right I was lying but there was only one part I lied about. My mother's money never got burned. Someone inherited it. I didn't inherit any of it. I swear that I don't who inherited it."

"It's okay." He says. His voice sounding even more croakier than before. "I know who inherited it but I just wanted you to confirm it. Make sure there really was an inheritor. Now I have no more use for you so I will let my wonderful assistant take great care of you."

As he leaves someone else steps in. Bright lights turn on and it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust.

Before me stands a women in a long black dress with a white lab coat. Her lips covered in red lipstick. Strands of black hair were sticking upwards on her head.

"Hello." She says. "My name is Susan. I'm the one who will be taking care of you."

She grabs a tray from behind her and pulls it in front of me and her. It was filled with surgery equipment that doctors used for operations. Does that.....? "Now you see Mr John is a bit of a collector he collects all sorts of things but he recently decided to collect something else and you will be the first in his collection." What's that supposed to mean? "I'm going to cut out your organs and put them on display. I will then stuff you." I tried desperately to get out of the wire but there was no use it wouldn't budge. "Nice to see you're so eager to get stuffed." She lifts a massive knife from the tray and slowly starts to walk towards me.