The shadows elongate across the basement floor. They are counting the days now. The pair left them two days ago. Thirst clouds their every moment. Sarah willed herself to keep hope alive and squeezed her eyes shut.
Sarah shivered in the cobweb filled corner of the dank basement. Her hands twisting in the blood soaked confines of the ripped sheet the man used to bind her to this chair. The duct tape across her mouth muffled cries she would have made, if anyone could hear her here.
Jamey lay on his back on a pile of moldy laundry, his legs are tied together with frayed extension cords, his hands tied above his head on a rusty bed frame.
"They are coming for us, Sarah," Jamey whispers to his sister. "Please don't cry."
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