Laura took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Without any way to tell time, a minute felt like an hour to her. She imagined herself outside walking around in the sunshine and feeling the breeze. The more she visualized the scene, the more her mind floated back to memory.
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I have no clue why she sent me here. Magic isn’t my thing.
A middle-aged man rubbed his flattop and made his way into the Ninth Circle. Upon crossing the threshold, he was met by a troll with smooth features and small tusks.
The left corner of the troll’s mouth turned up slightly, “Pitbull, what are you doing here? Flashpoint doesn’t usually get here until after 7. We just opened.”
Pitbull nodded his head as he held up one hand, “I know that, big guy. She’s gone missing, and I was wondering if you or anyone else saw her here a couple of nights ago.”
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Negotiations and Memories
Laura finished her meal smiling on the inside. Longbow was known in many circles, and you just didn’t drop the name if you didn’t know him.
She paced the room as sweat formed on her brow. She looked for any way out she could imagine and found none. Defeated, she leaned against the wall opposite the door and slid to the floor hugging her legs. She closed her eyes and started taking slow and methodical breaths.
At least it’s not a closet.
She closed her eyes and thought back to her first meeting with Longbow.
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Longbow stood looking out the window while sipping his coffee. He glanced over at Mims who was mixing batter for pancakes and then to his phone for any sign of Laura having responded, but there was nothing.
Mims poured the first quarter cup of batter into the iron skillet, “Haven’t heard from her yet?”
Longbow shook his head as he made his way back to the kitchen table where his laptop sat. He clicked his calendar and to-do lists. He answered two emails, refilled his cup, and was four-deep in his email responses when he heard Mims clear her throat.
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On the Wrong Foot
Last time, our protagonist found herself tied up and wondering where she was and how she got there. If you haven’t read that one, here is the link: Chapter One
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Hangovers are Hell
Laura sat there still fuzzy about what happened the night before. She knew she had kept an eye on her drink and never walked away without taking it. She always put her hand over it when she looked away. She did everything right. So how did she wind up in a dark room with a flickering bulb that could go out at any second? Her eyes flew open wide as her mind injected the terror as to what might have happened.
Did he rape me?
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