Why is it always me? Story!

'How many times can they do this?' Olivia thought, trying to break free of her duct tape bonds, 'This is the third time this past week,' she groaned and studied her surroundings. Dark, musty truck, again. Light streamed through a crack behind her.
"How many times must I tell you!" She coughed, "I don't have the stinking jewel! I don't know where it is!"
The sicking bouncing of the truck stopped. Olivia heard footsteps coming around to the back. The doors opened and in poured the light. She squinted at her captors.
"Yes, Olivia," a gruff voice came from one of the figures, "But maybe you'll talk if we have this!" They pushed forward a smaller figure. The figure was bleeding from numerous places.
"O-olivia?" The figure croaked.
She gasped, "Alexander?" He colapsed in her arms. "What did you do to him!?" She snarled.
"Your percious boyfriend will survive," The man stepped forward, "If you corapprate,"
"I have one question before I do," Olivia half-smiled.
"Yes?"
"Can I call my mom and tell her I'll be late for dinner?" Olivia felt a sharp pain, and everything went black.

AWESOME it's way better than the stories i've written. You should get this publoshed

OMG that's awesome :O :O

SOO COOL .

This is super good! Very creative!