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Miranda woke with a start. A bright light shone in her face, blinding her.
“Wha… what?” she stammered, shielding her eyes.
“Hello Miranda,” the man said.
Instinctively, Mandy pushed away with her feet, sliding backwards across the hard ground. She tried to stand, got to her knees, and became tangled in the blankets. She stumbled and fell onto her back. “Oh no… no… no!” she cried, shielding her eyes from the powerful torch light burning brightly in her face.
“You didn’t really think you could get away from me, did you Miranda?” The man stood over her, his legs straddling her body.
Mandy gave up. She simply surrendered. She had nothing in reserve to fight the man. Her energy levels were at rock bottom. She rolled onto her side, curled her body into the fetal position, and buried her
