Alyss woke with a jerk. It was too dark to see anything. She struggled only to discover that her wrists and ankles were bound. The last thing she remembered was her date with Danny.

As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she spotted a streak of light coming from a door that was cracked open. She crawled towards it, managing to open it.

At the far end of a hallway Danny stood, smiling. “You’re awake,” he said. 

“Where am I?”

“You’re home.” He kneeled beside her, holding a syringe.

She screamed, felt something cold pinch her neck. And then nothing. 

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