Michael
Betty let out a scream that could split the night. The security detail sprang into action, Thomas jumping out infront of the house. Duke attempted to shut the door, but Thomas was quicker, jamming his foot in it.
“Sir, we have to ensure the young lady is safe,” Thomas commanded.
"She's fine," Duke insisted.
“Then let's go check that out.” Thomas extended the door a bit more. "Ma'am, are you alright?"
But Betty was no longer in the living room. I heard movement beneath us. The basement.
"Where is she?" I demanded, pushing past Duke.
“She’s napping,” Love said, blocking my path. “She doesn’t want to see you.”
I glanced at the door that went into the basement. It was locked and I could see thick bolts on the outside. Three of them. My blood ran cold.
"Open that door," I said.
