A tear ran down from Janice’s left eye as she received the instructions of the other young woman. Something in Janice refused to believe that the young woman could really have so cold a heart not to take pity on her. She tried to make contact.
“Eeeeeese, eeeeeeeese,” she managed to sound through her gag. “Elllll eeeeeee, eeeeese!” The gag retarded Janice’s ability to make hard consonant sounds and that was about as close as she could get to an abject plea for help. The secretary looked up at Janice with a disdainful, disgusted look. Janis watched her as she got up from the desk. She opened a drawer and took something out. Maybe it’s the key to the locks, Janice thought hopefully.
But when the girl came closer she saw that it was some kind of black fabric. It was, in fact, a black hood ma
