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think. If she ran, where would she go?
    Bidding for time to come up with a plan, she straightened her shoulders and gave off an air of indifference as best she could. "What do you want from me?
    “I suggest you come with me.”
    A Cadillac pulled up to the curb. A man popped out of the car and pushed Dana toward it.
    Dana opened her mouth to scream when the man pointed the gun at her back. "I will shoot you."
    "Get off me."
    He covered her mouth.
    The man with the gun studied her from head to toe. “You’re more beautiful in person. You don’t need much make-up to show that radiant beauty.” He shoved her inside the back seat and towards the driver, he demanded. "Drive."
    The red-head driver locked the door and sped away.
    Dana tried to open the door, but laughter erupted from the man holding the gun. She tucked her hands underneath her thighs studying the leather seats and where the driver was taking them. Traffic was from bumper to bumper, but she couldn't escape. and Dana could easily jump out and escape but she knew better not too.
    The man gave a hoarse laugh. "Poor Dana, lonely as can be."
    “You know nothing about me!” She yelled.
    He pulled her cashmere scarf. “You better pay attention to me, because I know everything about you that there is to know.”
    Dana tugged her scarf from him. “Where are you taking me?”
    His upper lip curled back in a snarl. “You’re not allowed to ask any questions.”
    Dana rubbed her hand against the leather seat, mapping out her plan to escape. The redheaded driver swerved to the freeway, leaving the city of New York heading north. He still hadn't spoken yet.
    The man beside her hummed a tune that would drive birds away. His raspy voice sent a dull ache to her ears. He removed his jacket, revealing a tattoo of a dagger and skull on his arm.
    She made a mental note to remember this.
    “I need to use the bathroom,” she said.
    He forced a smile. “Lady, that’s the oldest trick in the book."
    Dana shook her head. “I haven’t eaten anything since last night, and I’m getting lightheaded.”
    He waved his gun around. “Listen, you prima donna, don’t think you can order me around like you do with your staff. I’m in charge now.”
    “I’m still a human being.” She attempted to open the window. No luck. Locked.
    “Don’t even think of escaping." He narrowed his eyes. "You’re my prisoner now.” He burst into laughter reminding her of the brutal auditions she had when she first started modeling.
    Dana stared outside the window at the huge array of colonial houses. Taking a deep breath,  she pretended to be suburban mom grilling steaks on a warm summer afternoon for her husband and kids.
    The man nudged her roughly on her arm. “We’re here.”
    The man clutched her arm and forced her out of the car, the gun pressing against her back. The red-head driver trails behind them.  Marching, they approached an empty driveway of the only house in the area. This was a two-story smaller house with no garden up front.
    The man clung Dana to him while they entered the house. The living room was empty with no furniture except for the dust and cobwebs in the corner.  The marble floors shone seeming untouched by shoes. He forced Dana to the kitchen where there were bar stools and a breakfast nook. A half-empty open box of donuts rested on the counter. “Eat.”
    Dana rolled her eyes.
    The man pushed her to the barstool. "I said eat." When she refused, his mouth carved into a grin. He pressed a strawberry glazed donut into her mouth.
    She spat it out directly at his face.
    He slapped her face knocking her off to the ground.
    "You asshole!" Rising from the floor, she dashed and elbowed him. Kicking her leg, she stumbled to the floor as he cocked his gun to her head.
    "I'm going to blow your brains off."
    Gasping for breath, she realized she had no choice but to obey Skully. Yes, that’s the nickname she gave him, She was trapped in an abandon house, miles away from