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She was trapped.

The basement was dank and smelled of mildew.

She’d been foolish to reenter the house, and now Joachim was upstairs with her former captor, giving her her only chance to escape.

Muffled voices came from the kitchen, followed by footfalls as the men exited the house.

Sarah started for the stairs...but stopped when a scratching sound came from the other side of the basement. Though she had little time to waste, she followed the sound to a padlocked door.

She tapped on the door. The scratching came again, and her heart stopped. Knowing she had to be careful, she put her mouth to the door and whispered, “Can you hear me?”

Silence.

She glanced out the window. Joachim couldn’t keep her captor occupied much longer. She had to get out now.

She gripped the handrail as a wave of vertigo swept over her. The walls started to cave in around her in a sweep of claustrophobia.

Then she heard it. Her captor’s footsteps nearing the basement door. She glanced up just as the doorknob turned.