Debra felt a soft tap against her cheek and heard someone say her name.
“Debra? Wake up, I didn’t hit you that hard”
Debra opened her eyes challenging and gazed in the face of her attacker. She turned her head and saw the ropes around her hand. They were both tied to the armrests of the chair.
“For what it’s worth, I’m really sorry about this” the man apologized. “I just don’t think you would listen to me if I had reproach you in a more civilized way”
“Who are you? Are you one of Joe’s followers?” Debra asked tired. She heard a movement behind her and rotated her head as much as possible. “Mike?” she said hoarse and shocked as she recognized his hair.
“Debra?” the man in the front snapped his fingers, requiring her attention. “I’m right here. I want to talk to you. I want you to listen when I talk to you”
Debra bent her head. “Yes. I’m listening”
“Okay” the man said and he pulled a chair. “My name is Simon and the answer is yes, I’m a friend of Joe’s”
“Hello, nice to meet you, Simon” Debra said frightened and tensed. “Can you please let my partner go? He won’t tell anyone. I promise you”
Simon started laughing hysterically. “Am I supposed to believe that? I’m not stupid, Debra. Actually, I’m offended you’re suggesting that I am” he said sounding upset. “But I digress. Your partner has absolutely nothing to do with what I’m about to tell you”
“And what is that?” Debra asked, trying to sound interested.
Simon knelt before her and cupped her face. “I want you to come with me. I want you to become one of us”
“Why would you want that?” Debra eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You don’t even know me”
“But I do!” Simon exclaimed with bulging eyes. He blinked when he realized something. “You don’t recognize me. You don’t remember who I am”
“Deb?” Mike asked tensed. “Do you know this guy?”
Debra shook her head heavy. “No! I’ve never seen him in my entire life!” she swore.
“Yes, you have!” Simon yelled passionate and tears welled up in his eyes. “It was your fourteenth birthday and you ran away from home”
“How do you know that?” Debra asked faint and defeated.
“I helped you escape” Simon explained.
Memories of what had happened that horrible night in 1989 came rushing back into her mind and Debra started crying hysterically.
“Debra? Wake up, I didn’t hit you that hard”
Debra opened her eyes challenging and gazed in the face of her attacker. She turned her head and saw the ropes around her hand. They were both tied to the armrests of the chair.
“For what it’s worth, I’m really sorry about this” the man apologized. “I just don’t think you would listen to me if I had reproach you in a more civilized way”
“Who are you? Are you one of Joe’s followers?” Debra asked tired. She heard a movement behind her and rotated her head as much as possible. “Mike?” she said hoarse and shocked as she recognized his hair.
“Debra?” the man in the front snapped his fingers, requiring her attention. “I’m right here. I want to talk to you. I want you to listen when I talk to you”
Debra bent her head. “Yes. I’m listening”
“Okay” the man said and he pulled a chair. “My name is Simon and the answer is yes, I’m a friend of Joe’s”
“Hello, nice to meet you, Simon” Debra said frightened and tensed. “Can you please let my partner go? He won’t tell anyone. I promise you”
Simon started laughing hysterically. “Am I supposed to believe that? I’m not stupid, Debra. Actually, I’m offended you’re suggesting that I am” he said sounding upset. “But I digress. Your partner has absolutely nothing to do with what I’m about to tell you”
“And what is that?” Debra asked, trying to sound interested.
Simon knelt before her and cupped her face. “I want you to come with me. I want you to become one of us”
“Why would you want that?” Debra eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You don’t even know me”
“But I do!” Simon exclaimed with bulging eyes. He blinked when he realized something. “You don’t recognize me. You don’t remember who I am”
“Deb?” Mike asked tensed. “Do you know this guy?”
Debra shook her head heavy. “No! I’ve never seen him in my entire life!” she swore.
“Yes, you have!” Simon yelled passionate and tears welled up in his eyes. “It was your fourteenth birthday and you ran away from home”
“How do you know that?” Debra asked faint and defeated.
“I helped you escape” Simon explained.
Memories of what had happened that horrible night in 1989 came rushing back into her mind and Debra started crying hysterically.
