Everyone appeared pale and shaken. Who would want to hurt Reese and Harrison? They were the perfect couple. Was it some jealous ex of either one of theirs? Was it a ransom kidnapping? Or just some random act of violence?
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Harrison summoned up all his strength and pulled on the leather cuffs. He had been doing this for hours, trying to make some progress on breaking his bonds. So far, all he had accomplished were several deep cuts to his wrists. Blood was running down the table, staining his expensive pants. Who had done this? He didn’t recognize the voice. Was Reese here too? Was she hurt? Raped? Or worse… he couldn’t stand to think of it. He didn’t hear any other sounds other than the squeaking of rats, which kept running dangerously close to his bare feet. He cringed. What did this person want if not money? Was it Ava? One of her cohorts? Ava had been back in Chicago, but why would she want him dead or hurt? It didn’t make sense.
A clicking in the keyhole indicated to Harrison that his captor had returned. Slowly, the dark figure walked over to him.
“What do you want?” he screamed. “Let me go!” The dark figure walked up behind him and slid the riding crop beneath his neck. Harrison felt his neck pulled back and he couldn’t breathe.
From behind his back, the figure slowly peeled back the mask.
His head jerked back as he heard a familiar voice.
“Hello, Harrison.”
THE END
Epilogue
Imprisoned in the damp darkness, Harrison’s hazel eyes fluttered open. Where was he? He struggled to remember. His throat ached with dryness as he painfully tried to swallow. Desperately, he pulled against the ropes binding him to a cold metal table. The acrid stench of his own sweat filled his nostrils. Looking around, he felt a strong, evil presence in the darkness with him. Where was Reese? What had happened? The last thing he remembered was a familiar voice whispering in his ear. Who was it? Suddenly, he felt cold steel pierce his side and pain shot through him like lightening. Jerking his head back, Harrison tried to see who his captor was.
“Who are you? What are you doing to me?”
A familiar, raspy voice whispered in his ear.
“Hold your breath, Harrison. Count to ten.”
Thrashing his head around on the table, Harrison pulled at his bonds in a frenzied attempt to free himself.
“What the fuck? Who are you?”
Vicious, evil laughter filled the dark room.
“Ahhh, Harrison, you know me all too well. In time, you will see the error of your ways.”
Peeling the mask back, the dark figure plunged its face right next to Harrison.
Upon seeing who was behind the mask, Harrison sucked in his breath sharply and began shaking violently.
“No… no… please, I–”
“–Please what?”
Tears streamed down his face leaving dirty streaks. Feeling a cold barrel pressed against his temple, he braced himself.
“Any last words, Harrison?”
“Forgive me… I didn’t…”
A black leather-gloved finger hovered on the trigger. The same evil laughter rasped against his ear.
“There isn’t any redemption for you now, Harrison.”
Looking up into his captor’s eyes he pleaded for mercy. “Please.” Tears dripped down onto his collar.
Click.
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