Though Shannon's brain worked to devise an escape plan, she knew it would be of no use. She had no idea where their captor, or captors, held Anna or what their reaction would truly be if she managed to escape. The old man, Riordan, scared her. One look into his hollow, uncaring eyes, told her he'd stop at nothing to secure his inheritance. Anna's well-being weighed down Shannon's shoulders. How did she always end up in these inconceivable messes? It was like the gods themselves had cursed her.
Glancing up, she eyed the camera mounted to the ceiling. She considered tearing it down but decided it would provide no benefit either. Her captors would just tie her up or worse. She wondered if the bathroom was wired as well. She really needed to go but didn't like the idea of being watched.
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