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but the end result is going to be the same.”
    I knew that I was completely overpowered, but I couldn’t go without putting up a fight. I wonder if he knows I’m already dead . Followed by an even worse thought. What if he knows what I am and he’s sending me back to the grave? Or planning to torture me for eternity?
    I was unceremoniously hurled into the trunk of a car, hands and feet bound behind me. I tried to scream, but it was impossible with the gag in my mouth. I could feel the low rumble of the engine as he started the car and sped down the long, winding driveway. It was a good thing I didn’t need to breathe because the bag over my head was stifling.
    He must have been watching my every move. Seen what time Henry and his parents come and go. Gotten the code to the gate, and probably even a key to the house. I shuddered. Whoever would go to these lengths meant business. And the fact that I had no clue what hell lay ahead of me was terrifying.
    It felt like I was in the trunk for ages, but I knew that couldn’t be right. A few minutes into the drive, I tried to count the time, like I had seen a kidnap victim do on Crime Scene . It had ultimately led the investigators back to the perpetrator’s home. 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi… I found my mind wandering again and quickly gave up that endeavor.
    The man who was driving was talking. His voice would get louder, then barely audible. I strained to hear.
    “Yeah, I got her,” he growled. “Be there soon. Yeah. Yep, I know the orders.”
    The car stopped abruptly after a bumpy ride over what I guessed were huge pieces of gravel. He threw open the trunk and yanked me out. I felt like a rag doll, being pulled in multiple directions. I desperately tried to regain my balance as my feet slammed into the ground. “Walk,” he commanded.
    “I’m going to take the gag out; no use in screaming. There’s nobody around to hear you. I’ll take the bag off when we get inside. I can’t risk you seeing where we are.”
    I felt a glimmer of hope. All those days of watching hours and hours of mystery and crime shows had taught me a thing or two. The attacker never lets the victim see his face or where they are going, unless the plan is to kill them. But, on the other hand, then there were the real sickos who liked to keep them blindfolded, and only uncover the eyes right before they cut the victim’s throat. I shuddered.
    “What are you going to do to me?”
    “We’ll talk when we get inside,” was all he would say.
    I walked on quickly, ready to get my fate over with, because really, what else could I do? After Henry had dismissed my concerns on the first day when I thought the kitchen door was ajar, I had stupidly decided not to tell him about my feelings of being watched.
    My potential executioner jerked back on my arms. “Stop!” he commanded. “We’re here now. Don’t want you bashing into the door.”
    I did as I was told, and heard the creak of a large door swing open. I made a mental note of the fact that he didn’t knock or use a key to get inside. I thought this bit of information might be useful if I had an opportunity to escape.
    The air inside felt thick and hot against my skin. Still with the bag over my head, he led me several steps into the room. “There’s a chair behind you. Sit down.” I stretched my bound hands backwards and felt for the chair before sitting on it.
    He quickly untied then retied my hands to the back of the chair. Then, as promised, he removed the bag.
    It was dimly lit inside. He stood at the opposite end of the room, completely covered in a long hooded coat. I couldn’t see his face, but he was very tall, well over 6 feet for sure, and had a large, obviously muscular frame. No wonder he was able to sling me around like that .
    Even though I couldn’t make out his face, I could tell he was looking at me. “I’ve been watching you for several days now,” he said. His deep voice didn’t sound as gruff as before. He was