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The Woman - The Prisoner

I let go and the woman staggered back in fear. “W-why?” Her bravado was gone in an instant.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to find out for yourself,” I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her through the door. “Until then, you’ll need a place to stay.”
My boots made a steady clunk, clunk, clunk across the deck and her footfalls were in double time on account of my long stride. I went through the door on the other side of the deck and we were in a corridor with doors on each side with an interval of a yard or so. Turning left twice at each turn, I arrived at a door at the end of the hallway.
I manhandled her into the room and locked it. She banged at the door and yelled after me as I tromped away.
Yes, my crew had a dark secret.
And we weren’t planning to share it with her.

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