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at his laughter.
    “You’re more amusing than the last one.”
    “Last-” Alyssa seemed to be having trouble finishing sentences. She took several steps towards the bed. She wanted to gather all her things and hold them tight. It was irrational. She knew it was. They were things. Unimportant. Having her bag searched was nothing compared to being drugged and kidnapped.
    “Your phone, Allie.”
    Alyssa looked at it. Her only contact with the rest of the world. She took several reluctant steps towards Nathan. As she started to hand the phone to him, it began to ring. She nearly dropped it. She glanced at the display before she looked at Nathan. “My parents.”
    “Answer them. And don’t forget I know where they live. I saw the address on your license.”
    Alyssa nodded and answered her phone.
    “I’ve been out of my mind with worry all night. We won’t tolerate this sort of behaviour.”
    “Sorry, Mum. But you’re suffocating me.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re our child. Of course we’re going to protect you. Where are you?”
    “With a friend. Look, I’m going to stay here for a bit. As much as I love you and Dad, I really need a break from you.”
    “Stop acting so childish and tell me where you are,” Grace snapped. “Do I have to wake your father to talk to you?”
    “I’m sorry for everything. I love you, Mum. I’m turning my phone off now and leaving it off. I’m really sorry.” Her words broke on a reluctant sob. Alyssa turned her phone off before she could cry and handed it to Nathan who pushed it into the back pocket of his jeans.
    “On the bed.”
    Alyssa turned towards the bed and froze. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t make herself walk to the bed. She knew he was going to tie her up, but then what? And what last one? How many had there been before her and what had happened to them? A push against her lower back caused her to stumble forward, and she had to step sideways so she didn’t land in the tray of food beside the bed. She lost her balance and tumbled onto the bed, trying to avoid falling on her things. She twisted as she fell so she lay on her back, staring up at Nathan as he stood above her.
    “I have a little present for you.” With a sneer, Nathan pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and roughly grabbed one of her hands. He had her attached to the bed head in moments. “Don’t go away now. We’ve got some fun planned for this evening.”
    “What sort of fun?” Alyssa was certain she didn’t want to know, but the question seemed to escape on its own.
    “If you’re a good little girl I might tell you when I come back.”
    “You’re going?” Hysteria threatened to erupt again.
    “No one can hear you if you scream.” Nathan’s lips curved into a malicious smile. “I’ll be back before dark. Midnight at the latest.” Then he was gone and the door was locked behind him.
    Alyssa focused on the fact she should’ve rechecked the time before handing over her phone. Time. Time seemed to be in short supply. Midnight. Was that it? Was that all the time she had left? How many minutes had she used talking on the phone? How many minutes were left? Once again she fought the scream that tried to escape. He expected her to scream. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. There had to be some way out of this. Never had she imagined her life would end like this. Sure, she’d read books, seen movies, even read articles in newspapers and watched the news. But things like this didn’t happen to people like her. Other people maybe. Not her. Maybe it was a nightmare. Alyssa latched onto that idea. Of course. A nightmare. She sat up, and looked around.
    The room was in clear focus. Everything was sharp, unlike her usually blurred dreams. “Won’t think about it,” Alyssa muttered. Her eyes fell on the tray and she reached towards it. Her hand curled into a fist and she quickly withdrew it. Was it drugged? How could you tell? Her stomach growled. Her fist
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