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wiggle it back and forth, the charger isn't even working anymore.”
Irritated, she shoved the last thing in her purse, swung it over her arm, and headed down the hallway back to the living room.
“Come on Andy, we need to get going. We'll fix these stupid lights tonight when we get back or even tomorrow perhaps. We won't be home tonight anyway.”
She called back through the house from the front door, waiting for him to come back to the room from wherever he was wishing they could leave in an instance.
“Andy, come on! I've worked hard for this gig and I don't want to be late. It's going to make me look very unprofessional.”
Great, no answer. She squeezed her eyes to check her wrist watch in the dark. Close to eight. Exhaling deeply she put her purse down on the chair next to the front door and walked with firm steps towards the French doors leading out to the porch from the dining room to see if he had gone out there to wait, but her foot barely touched the floor as she entered the room. As if frozen in time her stunned question came out as a whisper.
“Andy?”
Not able to really comprehend what was happening around her, a strong hand swung from behind, across her face and covered her mouth. An arm locked hard like a tight chain around her upper body, pulling her out of the room, and into the kitchen. Before she could even blink, her face was pressed down into the floor to the point where she could practically taste the cheap linoleum with her lips. The heavy figure leaned over her, pressing his body down on hers with full force. She couldn't move in any direction.
A sharp pain, resembling a bee sting, punctured the skin on the right side of her neck, sending a shiver throughout her body. The last thing she remembered seeing before everything around her turned into a blurred reality was the closed front door, thinking how she desperately needed to get out of there right now.
Chapter 5
Her head was turned in Andy's direction and pushed so hard into the white table cloth beneath her on the dining room table that it seemed to stick to the skin of her face. It would most likely leave marks when this was over. Knowing the intruder, she knew there were likely worse things to come than being stuck with fabric wrinkles on her face.
The fuzzy blur subsided a bit from her vision and let her see the contrasts of the figures around her, but the sounds and voices reaching her ears were still too smooth-textured to make out any words. As her mind became clearer by the minute there was no question of what was happening in the room around her, or who was there with them.
She was unable to break away from Andy's panicked gaze searching a response from her face. And even though she wished she could actually look away and not allow him to see her own anxiety, it just seemed impossible. Nothing she did worked.
Noticing the non-responsive movements of her body, she also felt her eyelids inability to fully close over her eyes. Not able to even blink or moisten them. They seemed stuck. Small pieces of something sticky were sitting on her eyelids, slightly attached to the eyebrows. Must be tape, she thought. Her eyes felt as dry and rough as sandpaper. Tears didn't seem to help. Her eyes simply stayed open.
In that instance she almost wished she could return to the wonderful stage of unconsciousness to avoid any of this. At least that would make her unaware of anything that happened to her, and her panic would succumb to a quiet, dark nothingness.
A low voice broke the silence of the room and her thoughts were instantly shattered. Her
Irritated, she shoved the last thing in her purse, swung it over her arm, and headed down the hallway back to the living room.
“Come on Andy, we need to get going. We'll fix these stupid lights tonight when we get back or even tomorrow perhaps. We won't be home tonight anyway.”
She called back through the house from the front door, waiting for him to come back to the room from wherever he was wishing they could leave in an instance.
“Andy, come on! I've worked hard for this gig and I don't want to be late. It's going to make me look very unprofessional.”
Great, no answer. She squeezed her eyes to check her wrist watch in the dark. Close to eight. Exhaling deeply she put her purse down on the chair next to the front door and walked with firm steps towards the French doors leading out to the porch from the dining room to see if he had gone out there to wait, but her foot barely touched the floor as she entered the room. As if frozen in time her stunned question came out as a whisper.
“Andy?”
Not able to really comprehend what was happening around her, a strong hand swung from behind, across her face and covered her mouth. An arm locked hard like a tight chain around her upper body, pulling her out of the room, and into the kitchen. Before she could even blink, her face was pressed down into the floor to the point where she could practically taste the cheap linoleum with her lips. The heavy figure leaned over her, pressing his body down on hers with full force. She couldn't move in any direction.
A sharp pain, resembling a bee sting, punctured the skin on the right side of her neck, sending a shiver throughout her body. The last thing she remembered seeing before everything around her turned into a blurred reality was the closed front door, thinking how she desperately needed to get out of there right now.
Chapter 5
Her head was turned in Andy's direction and pushed so hard into the white table cloth beneath her on the dining room table that it seemed to stick to the skin of her face. It would most likely leave marks when this was over. Knowing the intruder, she knew there were likely worse things to come than being stuck with fabric wrinkles on her face.
The fuzzy blur subsided a bit from her vision and let her see the contrasts of the figures around her, but the sounds and voices reaching her ears were still too smooth-textured to make out any words. As her mind became clearer by the minute there was no question of what was happening in the room around her, or who was there with them.
She was unable to break away from Andy's panicked gaze searching a response from her face. And even though she wished she could actually look away and not allow him to see her own anxiety, it just seemed impossible. Nothing she did worked.
Noticing the non-responsive movements of her body, she also felt her eyelids inability to fully close over her eyes. Not able to even blink or moisten them. They seemed stuck. Small pieces of something sticky were sitting on her eyelids, slightly attached to the eyebrows. Must be tape, she thought. Her eyes felt as dry and rough as sandpaper. Tears didn't seem to help. Her eyes simply stayed open.
In that instance she almost wished she could return to the wonderful stage of unconsciousness to avoid any of this. At least that would make her unaware of anything that happened to her, and her panic would succumb to a quiet, dark nothingness.
A low voice broke the silence of the room and her thoughts were instantly shattered. Her
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