Margaret kept her eyes closed shut. Her heart raced, her breathing was shallow. Would she even make it out of the maze alive? Here she had been anxiously covering every possibility without even once thinking that perhaps this person was here to harm someone, maybe worse. If she did not look at them, made it clear that she had not seen what they looked like, maybe they would decide to let her live.
"Just stay calm, Margie, and be completely still. I am not trying to hurt you at all. I am going to let you go now, so do not scream or hit me or anything like that, alright?" The person told her.
Wait. Margaret recognized the soothing softness of that voice. She knew that scent, one that she had blissfully inhaled so often— a sweet, lemony type of fragrance. There were only five people in the
