You Are Dead

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Saturday 20 December

Logan heard noises. A strong female voice shouting. ‘Let me go, you bastard! Let me — let me — let me — ouch! Let me—’

Who was it? What was happening?

The voice sounded weaker by the second.

Then silence.

What the hell had happened? What had happened to the other women she’d heard in here?

Moments later she heard the familiar sound of the roof of her prison sliding back and she squirmed in terror. A water tube was pushed into her mouth and she drank, greedily, desperately. She’d lost track of how long it had been since her last drink.

‘Good news!’ her captor growled. ‘You have a companion now! That means you’ll be leaving soon. Very soon!’

She gasped, ‘What do you mean? Please tell me. Please tell me what’s happening? What’s happened to the other people here — I heard their voices. Who are you, please tell me? Please let me go, don’t kill me, please let me live.’

‘I’ll bring you your last meal here, before you go.’

‘Thank you,’ she said, her voice shaky.

‘Oh, you are most welcome. As my longest stay guest, and one of my least troublesome ones, you really are most welcome!’