posted on Oct, 10 2005 @ 09:26 AM
Adam Freemont sat on the deck in back of his house and watched his children, nieces, and nephews as they played together. The three boys were playing
their usual rough-and-tumble games, and the four girls had convened in the Little Tikes play house and appeared to be having a tea party.
He was glad that he was on vacation this week. He'd get to spend more time with his children.
He turned his head when he felt soft hands on his shoulders. A red-haired woman with clear blue eyes was standing there. "Have a good nap, Tina?"
he asked his wife.
"Yes, I did," she replied. "Having you on vacation is like a vacation for me. Adora should be here any time now."
Adam checked his watch--it was now four o'clock. He frowned. His twin sister was usually very punctual. Then again, she'd said around
"What time does Cedric get off work? Five?" Tina asked.
"Yeah...," said Adam. He was feeling uneasy. "If Adora is not here by five, I'm going to drive them home in our van--you can stay here with our
children in case she shows up."
At five o'clock Adam drove his sister's children home. "Just go do whatever it is you do," he told them. "I have no idea where your mother
"She went to Celina's," said Randy. "Maybe she was having a good time and forgot. She's right next door."
"All right then," said Adam. "I'll see about calling over there. Did she leave a phone number?"
Randy went and checked his parents' address book. "Yeah--right here. It's 555-6660," he said.
Adam raised an eyebrow at that, then silently chided himself. The telephone company issued phone numbers at random. He picked up the phone and
dialed the number.
"Hello--Celina Abernathy? Yes, this is Adora's brother Adam...an hour ago...? Where do you think she could have gone...? Okay...bye."
Adam hung up the phone, looking confused. "Celina says your mother left an hour ago to pick you guys up."
"It doesn't take an hour to get to your house, Uncle Adam," said Jeremy.
"Yeah, like a few minutes," Randy agreed.
"It won't do to call the police...you have to wait twenty-four hours," Adam sighed as he sank down into an armchair. "Well, let's wait for your
father to get home, and we'll figure out what to do."
When Adora came to, she was lying on a cold, hard table. She was shivering--and she realized that she had nothing on.
Her hands were above her head, her wrists shackled to the table. She could feel another set of shackles holding her ankles.
It was all coming back to her. Going to Celina's--someone grabbing her and apparently drugging her. Was she at Celina's house? Was Celina in on
it? Adora had heard about false brethren at church.
She was in a windowless room, so there was no way she could signal for help.
The heavy door at her feet opened, and in stepped Celina and a man Adora didn't know. The man had brown hair and green eyes. "Adora, may I
introduce you to Damien," said Celina, as if Adora were standing there instead of lying naked on a table.
"Celina, what's going on here?" Adora protested, desperately wishing that she had at least a blanket to cover up with. All her life she had been
taught modesty. Being naked like this, especially in the presence of a man she was not married to, was mortifying to her.
"Think we should let her in on it, Damien dear?" Celina asked.
"Yeah, why not?" the man grinned as he stared at Adora.
Celina walked up so she was at Adora's right side. "Our master demands the sacrifice of Christians," she said, a smirk on her pretty face. Her
deep blue eyes seemed to have taken on a deranged look. "We are all over the place, all over the country, all over the world. But--you do have an
option, Adora. You can join us, or you can suffer and die. Our next sacrifice is scheduled for Halloween, so that gives you--oh, just over a month
to decide what you want to do. Trust me, it's better to just join us."
"Never!" Adora hissed. "I'd rather die."
"No problem, sweetie," Damien leered.
"And perhaps you should know--you're in a room below our basement. Even if the police searched this house they would never find you. And this room
is soundproof." She looked up at Damien. "I hope you cleaned up upstairs."
"Of course I did," Damien snapped.
"Now you know what we can be for Halloween," Celina laughed as she left the room. "Real church-goers."
Adora noticed that Damien was still there. He was unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm married," she reminded him, realizing that telling him was an
exercise in futility.
"So what?" he demanded. "You really think we care about your morals? Miss High-and-Mighty!"
Adora closed her eyes and braced herself for the worst. If she were not shackled to the table, she would have fought him tooth and nail. All she
could do was pray silently and hope that someone found her--and soon.
[edit on 10/10/2005 by Amethyst]