Down, down we went. With each floor, each door passed I left behind a chance of escape, someone that might deliver me from this spiraling nightmare. But Louise had gagged me well. Sound did escape my throat, but not enough for someone through the walls to make sense of. And Marcus didn’t let up for an instant. No fighting the strangle pole. All the way down to the garage.
We got there and spooky shadows stretched across hard, angular surfaces, just like one of those places in a movie where you expect a lady late at night to get pounced on by the sinister stalker. Only that had already happened to me, so I hoped that perhaps the reverse might come true and someone might rescue me. But Louise told Marcus to wait and scouted ahead. “All right,” she called back. “Let’s go.”
Marcus pushed me
