Michelle Trachtenberg

The FBI was checking the security footage to see what happened to agent Parker, when Ryan’s phone rang. He quickly picked up without checking the number, praying it would be either Claire hoặc Debra.
“Ryan Hardy” he đã đưa ý kiến tensed.
“Hello, Ryan” Claire answered with a slightly trembling voice.
“Claire!” Ryan exclaimed with a bit of relief in his voice. Mike signaled with his hands and Ryan put the phone on speaker. “Claire, can bạn tell me where bạn are? Is Joe with you?”
“I need to read something to bạn and bạn need to listen” Claire said, looking at Joe, who smiled encouragingly....

The titles of my chapters are titles of songs. They are very carefully chosen.

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The first chapter is basically the season 1 finale rewritten. Everything after that is my doing.


“Any last words, agent?” Alex asked with a voice of which the malicious pleasure just dripped of. Debra looked up at him, her eyes wide in terror.
“You don’t have to do this” she begged. “You don’t have to do this”
“I know I don’t ” Alex replied careless. “Take small breaths” he advised before getting up. As Debra cried and screamed for help, he and his partner closed the coffin and buried...

Simon had no sense of time, but if he could trust his stomach it was long past lunch time. It had been painfully rattling for the last couple of hours, but he knew that if he’d complain Agnes would return and not to feed him.
He had been tossing and turning all night, unable to find a comfortable position to sleep. He probably wasn’t the only one, he imagined. Now that Debra was gone someone had to fulfill Dale’s sexual needs.
Poor Beth, Simon thought, she must feel so abandoned and betrayed.
Though he didn’t hear the door open, he did see how a dim light spread itself throughout the basement....

It was half past five in the morning. Mr. and Mrs. Parker woke up difficult. They were surprised they had even been able to sleep at all. The vựa, chuồng trại, barn wasn’t exactly the most comfortable place to spend your night.
“Do bạn think Beth spent the night with Dale already?” Mr. Parker wondered out loud.
“After the way bạn treated her there’s no way Dale could’ve moved past the need to comfort her” Mrs. Parker snapped hostile.
“Well, bạn won’t exactly win the award for Mother of the năm either with your performance from the last couple of days” Mr. Parker fired back angry.
Mrs. Parker...

“You ready?” Simon asked when he closed the door behind Debra.
Debra nodded, grateful that he couldn’t hear her tim, trái tim pounding. She let him take her hand and pull her towards the elevator. Once there he hesitated.
“On một giây thought,” he đã đưa ý kiến as the elevator opened, “we might want to take the stairs. It’s safer” he decided, alluding on Deb’s fear of small, dark places. He could only imagine that fear had been highly increased due to the gần đây events.
He pulled her towards the stairs and they walked down it. At the bottom Simon checked left and right to make sure no one would...

Joe was pacing up and down the living room, about to lose his mind, while Molly tried to make him calm down.
“I can’t calm down!” Joe hissed in distress. “In a few phút Ryan Hardy will be on the doorstep. I don’t suppose he’s coming alone, do you?”
Several police vans parked in front of the house. Turner jumped out of one and gave instructions to his men.
Ryan snuck up to them. “I’ll go in the back” he whispered and without awaiting Turner’s approval he turned around again.
Joe walked to Molly. “I’m really sorry, Molly, but I have no other choice” Before she could...

Simon reached out his hands and cupped Debra’s wet face. His thumbs wiped her tears, but new ones came instead.
“It’s okay. You’re an toàn, két an toàn with me now” he đã đưa ý kiến comforting.
Mike frowned confused and agitated. He wanted to know what upset Debra so much. “What is he talking about?” he asked a little mad.
Simon glanced at Mike’s back and back to Debra. “You haven’t told him?” Debra shook her head ashamed. "Hey, bạn don’t have to be ashamed. None of it was your fault. bạn were the victim”
Debra looked up, her eyes begging and Simon saw her change back into the vulnerable fourteen...

Molly was pacing up and down her house. It had been all over the news. The FBI had let Joe Carrol slip through their fingers once again. She was waiting for Joe’s phone call to give her permission to go kill Ryan.
Ryan had arrived a couple of hours ago. He’d had that chó cái, bitch Claire with him. Had it been up to Molly, they’d both be lying on the floor with a dao, con dao in their stomachs. But she had to wait for orders.
She heard the backdoor squeak and turned around. Her eyes on the kitchen-the first place the backdoor led to-she snuck to the cupboard and opened the first drawer. In the drawer...

A week had passed when Debra had ran out of bread. She was hungry and dirty. She had considered going back to her parents, but that would also mean going back to Dale and that was just not an option. They would probably put her back into that cage.
She still got sick in the mornings. People walked past her, curling their noses. But once the morning had passed she felt her stomach protest against the lack of food.
As she stopped at a siêu thị she considered what she was about to do. One of the ten commandments crossed her mind. Thou shall not steal. But she wasn’t going to steal anything....

They were nice. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson. They had no children, which is why they signed up for foster care. They worked hard; they had a farm and they’d made it very clear that Debra wouldn’t be sitting around, doing nothing. Debra had no problem with that. If she kept herself occupied she wouldn’t have to think about what happened.
Her foster parents were also very religious. They prayed before every meal and before bedtime and they insisted Debra did the same. They didn’t like the fact that Debra had already been intimate before marriage, but được trao the circumstances they decided not...

Voices. And flashes of light. Debra’s eyes moved behind her eyelids while she heard people talking. What were they talking about? They đã đưa ý kiến something about being molested. A strange sound escaped her throat and she tried to open her eyes.
“She’s waking up” a woman đã đưa ý kiến fast.
Debra opened her eyes and lifted her hands to protect them from the light shining above her.
“Good morning” a man in a white suit đã đưa ý kiến friendly. Debra pulled back and glanced suspiciously. “You had quite a fall” He looked at his files. “A minor concussion and some bruises. bạn were lucky” He looked up...

Debra ran through the hallway and Dale opened the door of his bedroom. “Debra! Come back!” he shouted while he pressed his hand against his bleeding neck.
Other doors opened as well and soon everyone was looking for Debra.
Debra ran to the front door when someone grabbed her from behind. She started to scream when a hand covered her mouth. A boy, about her age, looked at her and ordered her to be quiet.
“The front door is too obvious” he whispered. “I know a better way” He took her hand and pulled her to the basement. He turned the light on and quickly walked downstairs. They ignored...