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SIXTY EIGHT

Jane opened her eyes to darkness, pitch black darkness and the first thought that crossed her mind was her child.

“Mmph! MMMPH!!!!!”

Both her hands and ankles were bound to the back of some wooden chair with what felt like cable ties and she was gagged with a piece of damp smelly cloth in dire need of a good wash. It was pointless to struggle, but she did so anyway, cutting her own skin in the process.

Where was Timmy? Was he alright? The thought of her child consumed her every thought as she continued in her relentless struggle to free herself. As she did, her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, allowing her to see the outline of the room and the furniture around her. A long desk filled with trays, plastic bottles and silhouettes of strange-looking machinery took form as her irises familiarized themselves with the darkness.

The darkroom! I’m in his apartment!

Jane rocked the chair left to right in an attempt to topple

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