Annabel
Slowly, I get up, the gun at my head feeling unreal but for the persistent push of the nozzle against my skull. Perhaps I am still asleep in my sheets and all of this horrible day has just been a bad dream.
"Good girl," the voice says in a low whisper. "Now walk slowly to the door, you say a word, you're dead." I cannot believe this is happening. Did David escape his prison? But no, the voice is lighter than his even though it is thick with menace. This can only be one person, and it is not David. Fear ripples down my spine and my mouth goes dry. My mind spins and whirs, trying to calculate how I can get out of this deep s**t but I come up blank, my mind is a slate of terror and nothing more. Why didn't my trainer ever teach me how to get out of a position like this? Perh
