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Kendra's Point of View.
Ms. Laura, please let me out." I pleaded the moment I heard a knock on the door.
"Who's there?" The person knocking asked, a deep masculine voice, domineering I could feel my knees buckling as I tried to stand.
"Ken.. Kendra." I stuttered, holding on to the door to maintain my balance.
"Open the door, I'd like to speak with you." The person said.
"Speak to me? Who would want to speak to me? Even feel confident enough to move to Laura's room, demanding to open the door and speak with the person inside?" I thought to myself, "I can't." I managed to answer, pushing away the thoughts just as they had appeared.
"Why?" The stranger asked, seemingly oblivious of my predicament.
"I've been locked in," I answered, hoping he would be stupid enough to break me out.
