LET THE GAMES BEGIN...

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As I make it to the landing at the top of the stairs, I hear something hit the floor like a book dropped. There's a rumpling sound, but the hard noise has a soft edge like cloth over flesh, striking wood.

A shriek from Cara, and then silence.

My breath catches in my throat and my heart kickstarts. I creep down the stairs, mindful for some reason that each step creaks on the wooden treads.

In my office, trepidation gets the best of me. "Cara?" My voice cracks.

My heart rate intensifies as I near the door. Why wouldn't she answer me? I know she can hear me. Though the door separates us, I'm mere feet from the register. "Cara?" I say again.

I peek through the gap in the door.

"She's at a loss for words," the man says with an arm around my friend's neck and a gun pointed at her head.

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