CHAPTER 13
She never knew what complete silence was until now. Her ears rang with it. Her mind waited for something — a shout, a yell, the horrifying pop of gunfire.
Nothing.
She reached up and touched her blindfold again, half expecting somebody to grab her wrist and stop her.
No one.
“Hello?” The sound of her own whisper sent goose bumps shivering up her spine. She thought of her high school psychology class, about how people could actually go crazy from sensory deprivation. Was that what this was?
She took off the blindfold with her free hand, but it was as dark as it had been. She couldn’t see her own fingers and wished she had it back on again. Somehow knowing for certain she was in utter darkness was ten times more frightening than being blindfolded and only suspecting it.
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