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  • 8:28 PM

    Lucy woke up on the couch with her hands duct taped behind her. The clock read 8:28 PM. She tried to speak, but her mouth was taped. She heard noises that sounded like dishes being washed coming from the kitchen. She sat up and started to walk towards the front door. Lucy hoped she would be able to open it without him hearing her.

    Suddenly John stood in the doorway. She had only gotten about 6 feet away from the couch.

    “Oh no you don’t.” John said out loud as he grabbed her arm. “Where do you think you’re going? Sit down in this chair and be still.”

    As John walked across the room for the duct tape, Lucy took off for the door. But she didn’t make it very far. John met her there and then pulled her back over to the chair where she had already been sitting.

    “Sit there and be still.” He said to her as he walked backwards to the table where the duct tape was.

    John walked back across the room to her. Duct tape in hand. He got down on his knees so he could tape her feet. As he did, she took her knee and placed it right into his chin. He fell backwards on the floor. Lucy took off for the door once more. This time she past it. And once outside started to run as fast as she could away from him.

    Lucy tried ever so desperately to free her hands from behind her as she ran. But it was no use, they had been taped up real tight by John. She continued to run. Sounds of vehicles were nearby.

    She ran farther and farther. Finally, she reached the highway. Lucy stood there and stared into the darkness while she tried to catch her breath.

    Suddenly, she heard a noise behind her. She turned to look. But it was to late. While she had stopped to catch her breath, John had caught up with her. He grabbed ahold of her. As she struggled to get away, he started dragging her back away from the highway and into the forest.

    To Be Continued . . .

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  • Zoned Out

    John was zoned out. He stared off into the distance.

    “John, John.” Lucy called out. “Are you okay?” And then she gave him a small nudge in the arm.

    John nodded his head and turned in her direction.

    “Can you fill my cup for me?” She said as she held it up him.

    “Yeah. Sure, no problem. I’ll be right back.”

    When John came back with her drink she gave him her answer. The answer was, yes. They were both excited. Then they made plans for her to come back later that night around five when he gets off from work.

    5:02 PM

    Lucy waited in the lobby for John. He was a few minutes behind schedule, but she was okay with it.

    5:22 PM

    John walked out from the back. “Are you ready?” He asked.

    “Yep. Let’s go.” She replied.

    “You don’t mind if I drive by the house first, so I can change clothes do you?” He asked as they walked out of the door.

    “Sure. No problem.”

    John headed down the road in the direction of his house. Once there, he told Lucy he would only be a minute. But a few minutes later, he came back outside and asked Lucy if she would like to wait inside where it was warmer.

    “Okay. Lead the way.” She said.

    Once inside, John grabbed a couple glasses from the kitchen and poured them both a drink. As he poured, Lucy walked over towards the wall where several pictures sat on a couple shelves that looked like they were home made. While her back was turned away from him, he slipped something into her drink.

    He carried both glasses over to the pictures where Lucy stood. He handed her drink to her and then started to tell her who the different people were. A few minutes later she started to feel a little sleepy and asked to sit down on the couch.

    To Be Continued . . .

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  • Flashback

    As he started to walk in her direction, he had a flashback of his childhood.

    John heard his mom calling from the kitchen. He hated when she called him. Usually it was for the dishes or maybe to take out the trash. For a family of three, there sure was a lot of trash every week.

    “John come here right this minute.” She called again.

    All John wanted to do was play with his toys and watch TV or play video games. He hated to do the chores.

    This is so annoying. I just want to be left alone. He thought to himself.

    “Okay, since you won’t come to me, I’ll go to you. You piece shit brat kid.”

    The front door opened. It was dad. He had been working late all week. But today he got home earlier than the other days.

    “Where’s that no good son of mine at?” He shouted as loud as he could.

    “He’s in his bedroom all taped up. He wouldn’t come when I called him for the trash.” The mother replied.

    Then she continued, “Of course I had to tie his hands first. He won’t lay still for me like he does for you when you do it to him. But he’s all good and taped up now. I even taped over the rope on his hands.”

    The dad walked to John’s bedroom and opened the door. There on the bed was John squirming to get free from the tape.

    “Let me just tape you up some more. Just to be sure you stay that way. At least until morning when it’s time for school.”

    The mother was in the hallway. She heard sounds of duct tape being wrapped around her sons body from the feet all the way to the elbows.

    “There you go. My no good son of mine. Squirm out that.” The dad said as he turned off the light and closed the door.

    To Be Continued . . .

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