![]() ![]() “What the hell?” I ask, but can’t get anything else out before I start to get woozy. Mark blows what looks like cigarette smoke in my face, but it smells tangy and tingles like magic. I quickly wash my hands and then head back out of the restroom. At least, not before our sick little bonding ritual. But I doubt Elijah’s going to stick his hands in my pants. ![]() Pockets are out, and probably my socks, too. There’s a chance they’ll pat me down after they kidnap me, so the bra may not be safe. ![]() If they know I have my phone, they’ll probably take it.Īfter sending the message, I silence my phone and hide it down the front of my underwear. Call Nick and Terrance and tell them to bring lots of backup. Track my phone like you did at the college the other day, and come get me. PsychoPsychic: Elijah and Hooptie Boy showed up and are kidnapping me. Then he can call Nick and send in the cavalry. If he finds it in half an hour, that should be more than enough time for me to find the sanctuary. But I know Oliver doesn’t go long without logging in. If he doesn’t get this message right away, he won’t come and try to stop me. ![]() I try to type a message and sigh in relief when the compulsion allows me to do it. He’s currently offline, which is perfect. I click on my messenger and look up Oliver’s name. That’s it! If I can’t call for help, I can at least leave them a clue, right? ![]()
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