Chapter 14

Madison

Element One set of people in a group or organization.

The men who are holding me prisoner are all dressed in the same black suits. The women I see on occasion are also dressed in the same black suits. It is like watching black ants running every which way after a cruel boy stirs their nest.

I sit in the back of an official black SUV with tinted windows, my hands and feet cuffed. My initial fears have worn off—I’m just relieved to be out of the windowless room and away from the sniveling fat man.

“Hey, Ryan, James. Are you guys there?” I whisper as loudly as I dare.

No response—just my own anxiety yelling in my head. There must be something I’m missing about conn...

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