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I regained my bearings, pulse pounding in my ears, and quietly searched for a stairwell to the basement. Once I located it, I made my way down the stairs to the basement landing, which was a well-lit space around ten feet by six feet. Before I could open the door, masculine voices approached. I would never make it to the main floor in time and there was no place to hide in the stairwell. Without any other options, I backed into the corner next to the door. It would hide me when the door opened, but once it closed, there would be no chance of concealing myself. I pressed my sweaty hands to my black jeans, and prayed that by some miracle, the men wouldn't see me. When the door opened, I froze, not even taking a breath as two men entered the stairwell and proceeded up the stairs. I watched as
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