Prologue:
Harvey rushed off the elevators and down the hallway leading to his office. He had to warn her. As he rounded the corner and could finally see his office, he stopped dead in his tracks; dread coursed through his veins, stopping his heart and freezing his muscles.
Donna sat in his office, facing his open doorway. Even from thirty feet away he could see the zip ties that cut painfully into her skin, restraining her, securing her to his chair.
But the thing that terrified him to his marrow, that made his heart lurch and his breathing become shallow was the sight of Donna's head slumped to the side, motionless. Her mane of fiery red hair covered her face from view, so he couldn't see if life still bloomed in her cheeks.
Please God, Harvey prayed to an entity he wasn't even sure he believed in. Please, please don't let me be too late. Please God, let her still be alive!