Cecilia

The door to the closet opened as short man appeared. Oddly, I no longer found the hockey masks scary. Somehow, they’d become normal. I waited while he stood in the doorway and light filtered around him. The silence lingered.

“Don’t you want to know why I’m here?” short man asked.

I did. “I’m sure you’ll tell me.”

“Thought you’d want to know, princess, you’re sold.”

Panic circulated through my bloodstream. This abduction ...