You Are Dead

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Friday 19 December

Logan Somerville was hyperventilating. ‘Help me, someone! Help me! Help me!’ she shouted, her voice becoming increasingly hoarse. She had been shouting since she had woken, some while earlier, in a terrible panic. She’d not heard a sound in hours — or maybe even days. She had totally lost track of time, and was ravenously hungry, and desperate for water. Her sugar levels were dropping and with that sensation came the shakes and paranoia.

What if?

So many bad possibilities sparked in her mind.

What if her captor had died?

Or been arrested?

Or he had just decided to let her rot and die?

She began working again on her bonds. On her arm restraints, on her leg restraints. But with no success, other than to feel the pain where her flesh had rubbed.

She was not going to get out of here unless someone came to free her. And she did not want to die here, all alone.

‘Police. POLICE! Hello! HELP ME!’

Oh, God, please someone help me.

She saw a faint green glow.

‘Hello?’ she said, weakly. ‘Please, I need water, sugar. Please.’

Then she heard his muffled voice. ‘I nearly had you out of here today! But it went a bit wrong. Don’t worry, I have someone else in mind. As soon as I bring her here, you’ll be free! Free as a bird.’

‘Thank you,’ she gasped.

‘You’re welcome.’