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But there was nothing. “Goddammit! Has she been planning to run away this whole time?!” I raked my hand through my head. “Damn her!” Just as I turned to leave, something caught my eye. It was on the floor behind the bedside table. Hold on. When I bent down to pick up the item, my face paled. It was a white stick. I blinked as I studied it. Two pink lines. Two pink lines? The realization hit me like a freight train.

I could feel it. A strange tightness crept into my chest, like an old instinct whispering danger. I ignored it, straightening my posture, placing my hands on the table as I waited for the signal. Then it happened. The iPad provided by the company—my assigned device—glitched. The screen flickered once. Twice. Then froze. My breath caught. No… no, no, no. I tapped the screen. Nothing. I pressed the power button. Still nothing. A cold rush flooded my veins.

I whispe‌red. The scre‍en went black. I pressed the power button‌. Nothing. It was completely dead. The last of the cha‍rge was gone. A c‍old wave of panic w‍ashed over me‌. We were stuck on a dark, l‍one‍ly⁠ roa‍d. The people who just tried t‌o r‌u⁠n us‌ off it were still out there. And now I couldn’t even call Silas.

Every time he needed something, I was already holding it out to him. By nine PM, the room was completely silent except for the sound of his typing. I was standing near the bookshelf, my legs aching from hours of standing, but I refused to sit down. Suddenly, the screen of Kalix's laptop went black. He froze. He pressed a few keys, but nothing happened. He tried the power button. Still nothing. "What the hell?" Kalix muttered, his voice dripping with venom. "No, no, no. Not right now."

“I want you to cum baby.” His words sank into me, and I felt myself giving in more. Losing control, My hands tugged slightly at the ribbon around my wrists. But I didn’t want him to stop. He used the toy for a while, slowly at first, then faster, teasing and pushing me to the edge. I could barely think. My body was shaking, my breath was broken, and my moans filled the room. “Mr. Grey ” I gasped. “I… I can’t ”

I turned away from the shelf. “The phone,” I said. Back to the reason we were here. Shane nodded, grateful for the redirect. I pulled the burner from my pocket and pressed the power button. Nothing. I pressed it again, holding it longer. Nothing. Shane held out his hand and I gave it to him. He turned it over, checking the port. “Dead,” he said. “Completely flat.” “Can you charge it?”

I'm on the last bookcase just as it's starting to get dark. When I try to pull the books off the bottom shelf, one book seems stuck, but I can't tell why. It's not oversized or wedged into the shelf or anything. I pull hard but it doesn't budge. Bending down I realize it's a fake book that when all the other books have been removed it slides to the side, opening an access panel. Behind the access panel is a combination lock. I jump up, get the other slip of paper and after several tries of left and right combinations I open the lock. Inside is a small device that looks like an IPOD with ear buds attached to it. It has a small LCD screen and a thumb wheel with a button in the middle of it. I

The tablet went black. No warning. No flicker. Just dead. Ava sat perfectly still in the folding chair, her breath caught halfway between inhale and curse. She tapped the screen once. Nothing. The air in the tiny apartment shifted — as if something had just entered the space, even though no one had. She stood. Reached for the burner phone. Too late. It buzzed once. Then the screen filled with static. A burst of white light. Then shut off.

"Wait" I turned around and stared at him. "What?"I was a little bit irritated. I hated it whenever Diane was sick. It always puts tension on all of us because we honestly never know if she'll leave the hospital alive, but I'm grateful that she always does and hopefully always will. "You left your book", he went into his room and came back out with the book and pen I was using to jot our project on. "Thanks but it's yours, I didn't come with anything, the book was on your desk".

The process moves slowly, and I sigh in frustration. I glance at the door, suddenly uneasy. My gaze moves back to the laptop; the battery is getting low, and the files haven't downloaded yet. My mind races. Adrian needs to see this. Why is the file taking time to d******d? I wait for what seems like hours, then all of a sudden the screen goes black. “No,” I whisper, panic rising in my chest. I press the power button, but nothing happens. I plug in the charger to try again. Still nothing.