Wednesday, September 30, 2009



Her nose was on fire, but she wasn’t sure if it was the pungent odor, or the broken bones floating around her face. Dara opened her eyes and couldn’t see anything in front of her. Her wrists and ankles were bound tightly. Everything happened so fast, she didn’t have a chance to react. She should’ve gotten out of there sooner. None of this would’ve happened if she had remembered to grab the adhesive strips from her desk drawer. If she had done that, she would still be in the ballroom doing her job. But this was her punishment for being unprepared and little distracted about her date with Chuck.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. It was a combination of fear and a smell she couldn’t place; maybe ammonia or some other industrial cleaning supply. She shifted from side to side on the hard floor. She had to escape. There was no way she was going to die alone, in a cold, dark place.

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