When I was finally able
to pull the bag off I found myself in a small, concrete room. There were no windows, and only one
door. The only light was a bare,
overhead bulb. The room was almost completely bare, except for one thing.
Hanging on the far wall,
chains straining under its weight, was a large crucifix.
I rushed to the door, the
shock of Leah’s death fading. I tried the handle.
It was locked.
I was trapped.
Alone.
No… there was someone
with me.
I could sense them, but
not see them.
“I’ve waited so long for
you Felicia.”
I turned, and standing
next to the cross was Cherish.
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