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there was no need of giving everyone in
    the room a view of the painful erection he was sporting.
    “Let me go, you prick!” Joshua said, struggling to get away.
    “Joshua!” Grandma chastised.
    “He’s cutting off circulation to my balls! If you want great grandchildren, woman, do something!” Joshua sputtered as he tried
    to free himself. Chris ignored his sad attempts to escape and dragged him towards the door.
    He paused in the doorway, never taking his eyes off her and said, “I think we need to talk, Eric.”

    ***********
“Can I get you anything?” Eleanor, an older woman and now one of her captors, asked.
    Isabella thought it over for a moment as she looked around the cozy, yet large dining room. There were two exits from the room
    and both were blocked. Although she didn’t think it would make much of a difference if there were a dozen unguarded opened
    doors in the room since she was handcuffed and standing between two human size boulders.
    “Freedom?” she said, trying not to sound too hopeful.
    The older woman simply gave her a warm smile.
    “Sorry.”
    Damn.
    “I meant something along the lines of a drink or something to eat,” she said pleasantly.
    Isabella was starving and really thirsty, but there was no way she would eat anything they gave her. It would probably be laced
    with something. She was ninety-five percent sure that someone somehow spiked her food last night. It was the only sane
    explanation as to what happened last night otherwise……
    No, she would not think about last night because clearly last night, or rather early this morning, she’d had some seriously
    frightening hallucinations. Just as soon as she escaped, or preferably when they released her, she was hauling her buns in for a
    CAT scan, MRI, X-ray, drug testing and whatever other tests would explain the insanity of the last twelve hours.
    “I’m fine, thanks,” she said at the same time her traitorous stomach betrayed her with an embarrassingly loud growl.
    Eleanor smiled politely.
    “I’m fine,” she said tightly.
    “If you change your mind let me know,” she said before walking back to her spot near the priests, or rather the two crazy men
    dressed like priests since she was pretty sure that she was in some kind of commune at the moment, who stood watching her
    intently.
    The two men by her side and their leader hadn’t moved away from her since they picked her up at a private airport two hours
    ago. She wasn’t sure if they thought they were protecting her or preventing her escape.
    Either way it was annoying, but not as annoying as their questions. Since she had no plans to answer them she decided to sit
    back and buy her time until they finally got sick of asking questions that she wouldn’t answer.
    It wasn’t that she had a particular problem with most of their questions. She didn’t. She’d just seen enough XFiles episodes and
    movies to know that as soon as she gave them what they wanted they wouldn’t need her anymore and she was as good as dead.
    So she kept her mouth shut and didn’t answer a single question.
    She was actually quite proud of herself. Eric, the obvious leader, had been very aggravated with her after two hours of failed
    interrogation. If she continued her closed mouthed tactics no doubt they would be forced to let her go.
    For the first couple of hours after her abduction she tried to find some logo or evidence of what company they belonged to, but
    nobody said or did anything that would even hint at a company name. Now she was thinking more along the lines of a cult
    obsessed with getting its hands on her program. Obviously they’d done this before. One thing was clear; whoever was calling
    the shots was desperate for her program.
    Anyone who was willing to risk everything or at the very least a stint in prison for kidnapping her was not someone who
    should get their hands on this particular program. She didn’t even want to imagine their plans for her program or how