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began to well up in her throat, which never came out.
    From out of the darkness came a deep, vibrating, guttural voice that had the sound of being modified by some kind of apparatus. “Did you have a good rest? Were you dreaming about your nigger boy? Those are naughty thoughts and you are a very bad little girl, Connie.” She couldn’t…wouldn’t answer.
    Then the voice said, “I’m the invisible man, Connie. Did you know that? No, of course you didn’t…any more than you knew I was in and out of your life all those years ago like a wraith. Mostly, you never noticed, but that’s alright, pretty girl, because now you’re going to make up for all those lost years. And you’re going to do it without ever seeing that black bastard boyfriend of yours again.”
    A faint light came on in the corner of the room, and what Connie saw there terrified her. A large figure dressed in a black robe loomed in the gloomy light. A black executioner’s hood obliterated all human features from the sinister figure, except for two glinting eyes.
    Dark black and purple wings flapped slowly as the menacing creature advanced on her. He was holding a large black vulture, which he placed on a stand next to the mattress. The vulture was making crowing sounds as he looked over her body.
    â€œWho are you? What do you want with me?” Connie demanded.
    The monster laughed, and then the light suddenly went out. He spoke again in that gravelly, vibrating voice. “You just don’t get it, do you, Connie? I watch you from afar and you don’t see me. But I’ve seen you for what you really are behind that pretty face. You’re a hypocrite and whore.”
    He went silent then, but she could still hear his heavy breathing and feel his threatening presence watching her. A whore she was not, but what did he mean by calling her a hypocrite?
    â€œPlease,” she pleaded. “Don’t hurt me. Is Martin here? Where is Martin? What have you done with him?” Connie screamed.
    She got no answer. Instead, the frightening caw of the bird broke the silence as it flew over her head, and then around the room. The flapping of its wings stirred her hair when it came close enough to attack her, if it chose. Connie struggled with the ropes that bound her. “Who are you? What do you want?” she screamed at him.
    The eerie voice answered. “Figure it out, bitch.”
    Connie could hear him walking around the bed, and heard the flapping sounds of the large, diaphanous wings. Suddenly a light focused directly into her eyes, and she was blinded. She winced and closed her eyes tightly against the glare. “You’re a stupid, ignorant cow and you need to pay for your sins.”
    â€œPlease tell me. What did I do to you?”
    â€œYou know what you did. And now you need to redeem yourself. I’m going to help you.”
    â€œOh, God. Please believe me. I’m sorry for whatever I did,” whispered Connie. “Whoever you are, I never meant to hurt you or anyone else.”
    â€œSaying you’re sorry doesn’t change anything. Perhaps feeling some of the pain you caused others will help cleanse your conscience.”
    â€œI don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, desperate to keep her captor talking.
    He let out a soft, low, deranged laugh that grew into a taunting, maniacal shriek as she felt a cold hand run slowly up one leg. “So soft. So delicate,” he whispered. “You’re mine now. Finally.”
    Terrified tears streamed down Connie’s cheeks. The light went out and her captor walked away. She could hear him whistling out of tune as he busied himself with something. She closed her eyes, held her breath and tried not to contemplate the possible horrific tortures he might be preparing for her. Perhaps she fainted, because the next thing she knew, he was gently running a knife tip up and down her legs. She