I wait at the door with no response from her. What the hell, Noni? I fish my cell phone from my back pocket and check to see if I missed a text or phone call from her but nothing. She told me to come by to discuss some things with the house so here I am. Knowing her, she’s likely in the kitchen making a spread of cookies and fresh coffee for me like I’m some special guest or something. That’s Noni. Without giving it much thought, I turn the knob and open the unlocked front door.
“Noni! I’m here!” I call out as I begin making my way towards the living room. I hear a muffled moan followed by nasal panting coming from the living room and it brings every painful memory of Captain’s death racing to the forefront of my mind. “Noni!” I shout as I round the corner into the living room that will probably always haunt my dreams, now more so than ever.
The sight before me is straight from a horror flick and I freeze in place just a step inside the room. Noni struggles against the duct tape that holds her captive in one of Captain’s dining chairs. My mouth pops open as my eyes bulge and water in response. Noni jerks in place and cries out from behind the cloth gag stuffed into her mouth. Before my brain can register a response, I feel a brute force unleashed on my frame. A thick hand goes to my mouth and successfully silences my screams. Another set of hands muscle my arms into submission behind my back. The distinct sound of duct tape being ripped from the roll fills the air around me. Someone leans in close to my ear and, despite my futile struggles, I can feel his breath assault my skin with every syllable he speaks.
“Don’t fight me,” he warns.
My blood runs cold when I realize that he’s here. It’s him and it’s the first time since the accident that I feel completely vulnerable to the monster that wrecked my world.
USA Today Best Selling Author,J.L. Mac is twenty-seven years old and currently resides in El Paso, Texas, where she enjoys living near her family. She was born and raised in Galveston, Texas. J.L. admittedly has had a long and sordid love affair with the written word and has loved every minute of it. She drinks too many glasses of wine on occasion,and says way too many swear words to be considered “lady-like.” J.L. spends her free time reading, writing, and playing with her children.
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