The men lead me, struggling against them, to a room with one light. They plop me down in a chair and start to duct tape me down, when a voice from the corner says, “Don’t.” Wow, thats creepy, I hadn’t even seen him there. I shiver because the voice reminds me of nails on a chalkboard. it runs up and down my back, whispering to me: don’t, don’t, don’t. I fell the tears start to come, and I fight to hold them back. “She will not run,” the voice scratches out. The figure stands up but I can’t see his face. It’s hidden by a hat and the shadows that are cast upon his face. When the figure starts to move towards me, I see the men standing around me tense. So this is the head honcho. “You killed her,” I say through gritted teeth. He lauphs, which sonds like thwo pieces of sandpaper stck inside his throught rubbing together. “It’s her daughter. They have the same eyes.” I close my pale blue eyes and turn away from him, like that will change everything. I feel a sharp pain in the back of my neck, and then nothing.

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