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gates when we approach. Both men are
armed and look at me like I'm fresh
meat.
She moves the gag from my mouth,
and I feel like I can breathe.
“Where are we? Where’s Willow?”
"You'll find out soon enough.” We
enter the sparsely decorated house. She
makes me sit on a chair in the middle of
what could be a dining room or living
room. I have no idea what she is about to
