Stolen

The Cold Basement

He carried me and my brother down in the basement. He picked me up from the truck, and I was uncomfortable. My legs burned from being numb. I started to droll on him, just for the fun it.
"Ew! The kid spit on me!" Then he let go, and I clenched my teeth. I hit the ground, and my head felt dizzy. I could feel a heartbeat in my throat, and I threw up. My arms went limp. Then, a bunch of men crowded around me. They picked me up again, and this time I bit my lip. I could feel a tear fall down my face, and more came. A few of them laughed. Once we entered inside, I heard a loud creak. The basement. They threw us down the stairs. We landed on a soft bed, like an air mattress. My ears started to ring. I opened my eyes, and started crying again. My brother was next to me. He began coughing. I opened my eyes, and my brother was crying as well. I saw a pocket knife in my brothers pocket.
"Miles!" I said, the tears began to dry.
"Katy, can you help take out my pocket knife?"
I sat up, and hopped over to his pocket. I pulled it out, and opened the knife part. I tried to cut mine, but it barely left a dent.
"Try again, but use more force" Miles said.
I did, and it worked. I felt my hands. They were cold. I rubbed them together, and undid Miles' hands. We both did our feet, and then we were completely free. Free, once again.