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should go in, and I start walking. We

reach an abandoned warehouse, and I'm

dizzy with anticipation. Has my daughter

been here all this time? Right under my

nose?

“Stop here,” she tells me. “Turn

around.”

I do as I'm told, knowing that I

have no chance against an armed maniac.

She ties my hands behind my back, the

rope digging into my skin. She gags me