“And if you get me my forty grand back by Friday, she won’t lose any more of these,” he growled, tossing a small, bloody finger on the desk in front of me. I felt my heart drop as I stared at the finger, unable to process the horror of the situation. I had no idea what my boss was capable of, but the sight of the finger was enough to make me understand I had no choice but to do as he said.
I quickly gathered the money and returned to my boss’ office on Friday, trembling as I handed him the cash. He looked at me with a smirk and said “Good job. Now, you can go get your little girl.”
I raced to my daughter’s school, but when I arrived, I found it empty. I frantically searched for her, but to no avail. I was about to give up when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was a small, bloody finger lying in the middle of the playground.
My stomach turned as I realized what had happened. My boss had kidnapped my daughter and was using her fingers as leverage to get the money he wanted. I quickly called the police, but by the time they arrived, my daughter was gone.
The police never found her, and to this day, I still don’t know what happened to her. I can only hope that wherever she is, she’s safe.
