Emily and Daniel were sealed in the room with the weighty door slam. The little, poorly lighted room seemed stifling, the air tense. Emily stopped dead-still, her gaze darting from the tied lady to the door that had suddenly closed.
Shaky in voice, she said, "Daniel?"
Daniel was already moving, his eyes darting over the space looking for any possible hazards. As they both turned away from the lady in the chair, his hand sought Emily and pulled her behind him automatically. Her lips quivering, her eyes were wide with terror and she murmured incoherently.
"Who performed this to you?" With a calm voice, Daniel asked; his eyes revealed his nervousness. Maintaining a safe space between them and the lady, he moved no closer. Something about this seemed improper—too simple, too handy.
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