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was going to try and help,” said
Tara. “But then I saw all of the blood.”
I shivered. “Blood?”
Amy pointed towards the top of the ladder.
“Yeah, if you stand back far enough and get on your tippy-toes, you
can kind of see Gloria’s shoulder. There’s blood there. Lots of
it.”
I stepped back and looked. Sure enough,
someone’s hand appeared to be reaching for the edge, as if she’d
been crawling away from something. I couldn’t really see her
shoulder, however.
“Did you ever see what attacked her?” I
asked.
“Nope,” replied Amy. “Thank God.”
I squinted, trying to see the woman above
better, but it was hard since it was still dark outside, and there
were only a couple of lit lanterns in the barn. “Do you think it’s
still up there?”
“I don’t know and I’m not about to look,”
said Amy. “Whatever was up there hasn’t made any noise for the last
few hours.”
“I think it might be sleeping,” said the
woman with the bruise. “We’ve got to find a way out before it wakes
up again.”
Just then, the barn door was opened.
Tara jumped up and we all moved closer
together.
Chapter Three
“Ladies,” smiled the man who’d assaulted me
earlier. “We have a new addition to your group.”
Standing next to him was another guy with
long blond hair, which was pulled into a ponytail, and pale skin.
In his burly arms he carried a sleeping girl with short, spiky pink
hair. He moved forward and set her down on the floor of the
barn.
“Excuse me, guys,” said Tara, folding her
arms under her chest. “I have to ask –
what in the hell are we doing here?”
The blond guy smiled a big, toothy grin.
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough. For now, relax and get some rest.
You’re going to need it tonight.”
Her dark eyes narrowed. “Is
this some kind of freaky sex thing that you’re into? ‘Cause there’s
no way in hell I’m
going to let anyone put their hands on me. Not without a fight, you
know what I’m saying?”
The dark-haired man threw his head back and
laughed. “Sex? No. You’d never survive that, I assure you.”
“Please let us go, Martin,” begged the woman
with the bruise. “We won’t tell anyone. I swear. Just let us
go.”
Martin, my abductor, smiled brightly and I
was stunned of how white his teeth were. “Anna, don’t worry, dear,
we’ll let you out of here soon enough. By the way, are any of you
ladies hungry?”
None of us answered.
“Well, if you’re not now, you will be later
and you’ll definitely need your strength. We’ll be back for you
later,” said Martin. He motioned to the other man. “Come on,
Brandon, it’s almost dawn.”
“Wait,” said Amy, taking a step towards
them. “Gloria… um, something killed her. Something in the
loft.”
Brandon smiled coldly. “She should have
stayed below. I advise all of you to stay away from the loft.”
“Why, what’s up there?” I asked.
“You really don’t want to know,” said
Martin, his eyes twinkling. “But rest assured, it won’t harm you
unless you venture up there.”
“This is insane!” hollered Anna, raising her
hands in exasperation. “Why are you doing this to us? Our families
must be worried sick.”
Martin sneered. “Really? You think your
husband, the one who gave you a black eye, is worried about where
you are at the moment? Or Tara, do you really think anyone is
missing you? Face it, nobody even knows you’re missing, and if they
do, they’re not going to be searching for you in the next couple of
days.”
“My parents will be worried,” I protested,
wondering how he knew so much about our personal lives. “They’re
definitely going to know that something is very wrong.”
“Well, maybe your ‘boyfriend’ can tell them
you’ve been kidnapped. Hmm?” said Martin.
I glared at him. “What in the heck is wrong
with you? Don’t you realize what you’re doing is illegal? You’re
going to go to jail unless you let us go!”
Brandon
Amelie Hunt, Maeve Morrick