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My stalker steps forward, then reaches out and flips a switch An overhead light co from a socket Thelike groaning steel All of a sudden, I realize I’ container about the size of a standard bedroom

“Where aue thick and heavy in my mouth It’s an effort to form words

The ht I have to ad in the shadows than if he were right in ives a dark chuckle “Why, you’re at my home”

“You live in a steel box?” I snap

He laughs again, totally airl I live in a house But you are on land that encoht be the better way to say it”

“What did you do to me?” I ask, concerned at how much of an effort it is to talk My words are heavy and slurred, and I struggle to make sure they sound coherent

My kidnapper takes a step forward, then another I shrink back as far as I can When he co close up than when he was in the shadows It all comes back to me—the normalcy of this man How common he appears He could be anybody The fact he does not rese

He squats before hs just above ave you Midazola sedative that should wear off soon”

“Why? I got in the car as you asked Why did you have to drug me?”

Snorting, the bastard shakes his head “I really couldn’t have you struggling against ht the last tiies I had to do that”

A sharp, hysterical laugh bubbles up “Apologize? You’ve tried to kill izing?”

His expression goes horrified athis head, he says, “No, no, no I didn’t try to kill you that first tiirl I just wanted you unconscious so I could… do things to you I didn’t want to hit you on the head—e And let ot in my car I didn’t kidnap you”