PSLE: Kidnap!

Jason looked around himself as he roused him awake. The moonlight filtered through the cracks in the roof, casting slivers of light inside. He regained his orientation and it dawned upon him that he was in a dilapidated house. Old paint was flaking off the wall and a maladorous stench of garbage seeped in from outside. Jason shuddered as he spotted big fat cockroaches swarming around the room, crawling across his feet, while big rats darted around, sniffing for food.

 

The poor boy tried to stand up but realised he could not as he was all tied up and gagged with a towel. Fear was in his mouth. He recalled how he had just stepped out of his school and was knocked unconscious and thrown into a rickety van.
 

 

All of a sudden, a loud voice sliced through the air. “Hello, one million dollars or your boy will be dead by noon tomorrow!” a man threatened malevolently and hung up the phone. Evil laughter rang aloud.
 

“Ah Huat, tomorrow we will be rich! Filthy rich!” the same voice chuckled with glee over their coming windfall as another man gave a devillish, high-pitched nasal laugh.
 

Fear gripped Jason's stomach as he shuddered at the thought of his captors' malevolent intentions. He knew his father was on the verge of bankruptcy and there was no way he could pay the exorbitant ransom. 
 

Then, an idea hit him like a lightning bolt. Escape! First, he formulated a plan. With his body, he banged against the wooden door, trying to get the evil men's attention. The corpulent one entered and pulled out his gag, hissing, “What do you want?”

 

“I... I want to poo...” came the timid reply. “Just poo in your pants!” the fat man suggested, laughing at his own crude joke.

 

“Ah Huat, don't be silly! He will be smelly all over! Bring him to do his business outside!” the nasal voice called out from the hut.

 

“Yes, Boss!” he replied dutifully and dragged Jason outside. He untied his hands and legs and waited.

 

“I... I can't do it in your presence. It is too embarrassing,” Jason spoke.

 

“So troublesome!” he barked and let Jason go behind a tree and waited.

 

“Are you done?” he called out.

 

“Not yet! Diarrhoea!” he replied, trying to fake a bad tummyache. Meanwhile, he scanned his surrounding trying to escape. He noticed a hole under a wall and decided to wriggle his way through. He almost succeeded when he felt a pair of burly arms encased his feet. 

 

“Let me go, your monster!” Jason yelled as he put up a tough struggle. Turning blue in his face, he broke free and took to his heels.
 

“Boss, the boy has escaped!” he shrieked and the two men immediately mounted their motorbikes to give chase.

 

Jason had to move fast. He ran frantically to a rubber plantation. He heard the motorbikes. A chill an down his spine. Panic-stricken, his face turned ashen-white and he immediately hid behind the bushes. Fatigue overwhelmed him and he fell to the ground in a dead faint. When he finally came around, it was already early morning. A group of rubber-tappers discovered him and called the police.

 

Everything then happened in a blurry. The patrol car came and Jason recounted what had happened. With more reinforcement, the policemen moved swiftly to the kidnappers' den to nab the evil men. Startled, the duo gave themselves up without a fight. Jason's parents soon arrived to pick him up. Upon seeing them, a dam of emotions burst through and Jason wailed in a flood of tears.

 

His parents hugged him tightly and crooned, “Son, I am so glad you are okay. We can afford to lose everything but we can never lose you.”