Suspense

My heart hammered in my chest as I attempted in vain to crawl away. The rain pounded me farther into the ground and the mud made it harder to get away. A boot came down hard on the back of my head sending me face first into the ground. Cold laughter followed.

Please don't, I thought, please.

"Had enough, Jack?" the man asked.

How does he know my name? I wondered as I nodded my head, and pain shot down my spine.

"All you needed to do was ask," the man shrugged, "Which way would you rather die; by the knife or the gun?"

He pressed the gun's nozzle to the base of my head and held his knife to my throat.

"Neither," I rasped.

"Both? Good choice..."