Ransom

[Mad6]

I could feel hot tears stinging my cheeks and clouding my vision. "Please don't go", I whispered. He backhanded me and I fell to the ground, "Shut up you stupid whore"! He yelled, his thick acent intensifying his angry tone. I began to sob even louder and shook violently on the ground. He gave me a quick glare then turned to the window. The sun was just setting, they would be here soon. "Please we could pay the ransom, we have the money, then you wouldn't have to go"! "It's not about the money". He replied through clenched teeth. "Now get up and compose yourself, they'll be here any minute". I scrambled to the couch, then combed my fingers through my hair and wiped the blood of my face. He turned to me and opened his mouth as if to say something, but the sound of a sharp gunshot echoed through the air, cutting him off. He ran quickly to the door. "Are you ready"!? He cried from across the room. I nodded quickly and squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for it all to end.

[Delta40]

This sounds like the middle of a drama. Are you going use this as an intro then take some steps back in time and take the reader along the path of how this situation came into being?

[Bobbycrane]

I like stories which don't give you all the details, sometimes the plot is just a medium for expressing emotion.

I like this story but it is very disjointed, perhaps a little more background is needed.