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Pulling up outside the white, Cape Cod-style rental, I shut off the car and flung the door open. I ran up the steps to the front door and knocked.
“Amber!” I tried the knob. It wasn’t locked. I opened the door and hurried inside, calling out again, “Amber!”
My voice echoed throughout the quiet house. Clenching my phone in my fist, I turned left and ambled through the doorway leading into the living room. The screen door to the back porch was open. I continued across the hardwood floor, the wood squeaking with each step.
“Amber?” I muttered, stepping out on the porch. I glanced around the yard. She wasn’t anywhere.
Just as I turned to go back inside to search upstairs, someone hurried up to me and covered my mouth with a damped cloth. My cellphone fell while I was clawing at his hands. He was so strong; he wouldn’t let up.
I started to feel weak. My struggles grew less and less as I lost all strength in my body. Eventually, my hands dropped to my sides and my legs fell numb.
My vision faded in and out. He moved his hands from my mouth and lifted me up into his arms, holding me close to his chest. There was that strong, leathery cologne again, and I could see his blurred face hovering above me.
He whispered, “My love, we’ve finally been reunited.”
“No…” I whimpered and tried to fight, but my body wouldn’t obey. I was as limp as a ragdoll, now he was free to play with me.
He started to carry me away. I fought to stay conscious, it was useless.
“Am… Amber…” I groaned. “Where…”
“Shh,” he hushed me.
I drifted off for a moment, but pushed even harder to stay conscious as I felt him place me on a hard surface. Panicked, I commanded my eyes to open, for my body to do something. I just couldn’t move.
He’d drugged me again.
I heard a car door shut, and my body rattled as he started to drive away. Oh no! Vincent was taking me.
Shane Morgan | Professional Dreamer 