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screamed again and again ...
    â€œGo ahead!” yelled Pops. “Louder! Louder!” he shouted with glee. His laughter and Hang’s screams filled the room. “Come on, you can do it!” he shouted. “Let me hear you scream!”
    Hang’s screams eventually became hoarse rasping cries of anguish. She stopped and held her face in her hands, before dropping to her knees on the floor and sobbing.
    â€œPlease, Mister Pops,” she cried. “No. Why are you doing this to me? Please let me go.”
    â€œMaybe some day I will,” he said. “Or maybe I won’t.”
    Pops took a red felt marker from his pocket and with a smile at Hang and a flourish of his arm, circled a date on the calendar that was exactly two weeks away. He made three more circles on the calendar in the week following the first circle.
    â€œYou will have two weeks for behaviour modification,” he said. “These circles represent something special. There will be a different surprise for you on each red-circle day.”
    Pops hesitated as his hand hovered near the light switch and said, “I’ll leave this on. Have a good sleep.” He ducked into the passageway and Hang heard the click and the creak of the secret door as it opened and closed behind him.
    She immediately got to her feet and walked to see how far the chain would let her go. She could just reach the centre of the room where the toilet and mattress were. She carefully checked out the chain where it was attached to the floor. There was nothing she could break or undo.
    She hopelessly looked around before sitting on the floor, using a loop of chain to smash at the padlock. She tore the skin on her leg and bruised her ankle before giving up.
    She started to cry and sobbed uncontrollably as shecrawled over to the toilet and dipped her broken fingers in the water. The coolness of the water did little to soothe her. Eventually she quit crying and stared blankly at the calendar on the wall.
What does it mean? What surprises do the red circles hold?
    As her eyes settled on the other pile of chain on the far side of the room, her terror reached a new crescendo.

chapter five
    â€œYou there, Jack?” whispered Laura, from where she sat in the darkened room of the property manager’s corner office. The blinds were open just enough to give her a glimpse of the entranceway outside, as well as a view of the main doors to the party room across the foyer.
    Jack was parked out on the street and sat slouched in the passenger seat of the car. From the perspective of anyone walking by, it would appear that he was waiting for the driver to return.
    He clicked the transmit button on the police radio and said, “Copy. Go ahead.”
    â€œMoustache Pete and the Fat Man are just opening up the doors to the room. They’re each carrying a case of vodka. Looks like they expect a few people tonight.”
    â€œTen-four. Over an hour to go before the party is supposed to start,” observed Jack.
    Minutes later, Jack watched as a taxi van pulled into thecrescent-shaped driveway in front of the apartment building and parked under the awning in front of the main doors. He reached for the binoculars.
    â€œGot it, Jack,” came Laura’s voice. “Can see the plate from here. Oh, it’s a taxi.”
    Jack watched as seven young women exited the taxi. They were all smartly dressed and wore high heels. Two of them wore coats that were trimmed with fur. The other coats appeared to be made of wool.
    Despite the cool February night, their coats were open and Jack could see that they all wore skirts. They also had something else in common. They were extremely beautiful. Three of them were blondes, the others were brunettes.
    Laura remained still and heard the women chatting as they buzzed the intercom.
    â€œThere’s no answer,” one woman said.
    â€œTry again. These guys have used our agency before.”
    â€œYou’ve