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Chapter 20

Lisa's POV

Curtis hauls me by my upper arm into a dark room at the ground floor of an apartment building, silent but for the steady hum of a refrigerator, and dumps me into a leather sofa that squelches as I sink into it. He flips a switch, and the room is suddenly illuminated. I lift a hand to shield my eyes from the momentary flash.

"Believe me Lisa, I don't want to hurt you." Curtis stalks around to the camera resting on a tripod stand in front of me, his large form nearly taking up all the space in the tiny living room. He fiddles with the digital camera. "As long as you cooperate, you won't even have to spend the night here."

I swallow, and observe the austere decor of the room. This place is empty, save for the sofa I'm sitting on, a center table, the camera, and a chair that has apparently seen better days against the wall behind Curtis, just by the side of the single, closed blinders in the room. "What do you want from me?"

"Oh. Nothing challenging,
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