You Are Dead

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Saturday 20 December

Logan’s captor had not been to see her in what felt like more than a day. It could have been longer. She had no sense of time.

What if, she thought with a deep, dark shudder of panic, she had been abandoned?

Left here to die of hunger or thirst?

She pulled hard with her arms, with every ounce of the feeble strength she now had and, suddenly, she felt the bonds on her right wrist slacken, just a fraction. She tried again, then again. It came a fraction looser. She tried again, oblivious to the pain as it cut into her flesh. Then again. Again.

She was sure it was getting looser!

Then she heard a sound. The roof of her prison was sliding back. She saw a haze of green light above her and she froze.

‘Won’t be long now,’ the voice growled at her.

The roof closed.