Blind Pursuit

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Author: Michael Prescott
Tags: Fiction, General, Suspense, Thrillers
the start.”
    Abruptly he clamped her wrists together, clutching them in one hand, while with the other he jerked the tape free of her mouth.
    Pain seared her lips as the adhesive pulled away. Involuntarily she let out a sharp cry.
    “You don’t toy with me, Doc. Not ever. No tricks, no scams. Understood?”
    Though it was pointless to try fooling him now, she couldn’t bring herself to answer. Her throat seemed paralyzed.
    He shook her by the shoulder. The rickety chair legs squeaked.
    “ Understood?”
    Had to respond or he might turn more violent. No predicting what he would do.
    Weakly she nodded. “I understand.”
    The hoarse rasp of her own voice startled her.
    “Good,” he breathed, still holding her wrists. “I’m gratified to see that you take me seriously. But I’m not entirely certain you’ve learned your lesson.” Rustle of clothing. “Maybe this will make you a better student.”
    Inches from her face, a faint electric crackle.
    “No,” she croaked. “Please don’t. Not again.”
    She hated to beg, because she knew begging—helpless submission—was what he wanted. But she couldn’t face the prospect of more pain, and worse, another blackout, when she would be utterly defenseless and he could do whatever he liked.
    “Don’t,” she said once more, her body rigid in expectation of a new jolt of agony.
    The stun gun sizzled angrily for a moment longer, then fell silent without touching her.
    “I’ll cut you a break this time,” he said.
    An involuntary shudder of relief trembled through her.
    “But,” he added coldly, “any more nonsense, and you’ll learn what pain really is.” He released her wrists. “Now sit still. Don’t move a muscle till I tell you to.”
    Footsteps, receding. The door clicked shut.
    “All right, Doc.” His voice, muffled, came from outside the room. “Remove the blindfold. And take a look at your new home.”

 
     
     

     
     
     

     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    The blindfold was snugged tight over her face, and she had to undo the knot before she could remove it. The task was made more difficult by the nervous trembling of her hands.
    Finally the cloth slipped free. She blinked against the sudden glare.
    An unshaded lightbulb hung from the ceiling by a chain, providing the room’s only illumination. Not more than a hundred watts, but dazzling after her long interval of darkness.
    She let her vision adjust to the light as she rose from the chair and slowly surveyed her surroundings.
    Not a torture chamber, not a crypt. Merely a dusty cellar room, ten feet square, with walls of unpainted brick, lightly mildewed, and a floor and ceiling of concrete.
    A sillcock sprouted from one wall at knee level. When she turned the handle, water drooled out in a thin, warm stream, puddling on the floor.
    The only furnishings were the chair he’d put her in, a similar chair facing it, and a five-foot foam pad partly covered by a cotton blanket.
    Her bed, apparently. For how many nights? Better not think about it.
    The room had no ornament or decoration of any kind. No windows, and only one door, of wood. Not a hollow door, she was certain; it had to be solid mahogany. It looked disturbingly impregnable, though a small peephole fitted with a fish-eye lens had been cut in it at a height of six feet.
    He must be staring through that lens right now, studying her as she explored her surroundings. She felt like a gerbil in a cage.
    Near her chair was a medium-size suitcase. One of her own. Resting on top of it, her purse. Those items must be what he’d been carrying in his left hand.
    Apparently he had raided her apartment after zapping her. She wondered why.
    The cash was gone from her wallet, but otherwise the contents of her purse were untouched. She spent a long moment looking at the bottle of pills.
    Unzipping the suitcase, she found some of her clothes and toiletries haphazardly stuffed inside. She made a show of sorting out the items while considering what
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