Barbara POV

A sense of dread washed over me. Terms? What is he talking about?

“Don't keep me waiting Barbara!” his cold voice cracked against my skin. Breaking into my thoughts.

Muffled sounds sipped through the fabric over my mouth. And I nodded my head frantically.

He chuckled. “We are making progress,” he said. Then he grabbed the gun from the table and began to pace the room back and forth.

As if deciding what to do with me. Suddenly, my ears prickled. There was a slight ...