The light burned the man's eyes. Must be the morning star, come to take him.
A petite blonde woman peered into the dark room. She was not one of his captors. She was an angel, he was sure of it. A halo of light framed her sweet face. "Take me, angel" the man croaked. He was too tired to cry tears of relief. The pain would soon be over.
The angel rushed over to him and untied his ropes. "Mac!" she called to the open door. "Mac!"
Another angel, this time with cropped brown hair, appeared, a shocked look on her face.
She felt the wall for a light switch, and suddenly the room was filled with a cold, white light. He must be entering Heaven.
"Hey, stay with me, stay with me" the blonde angel said as she freed him from the chair. He slumped to the floor.
"What's your name sir? I'm Veronica" the blonde angel said.
"My name... my name is John. John Harris-Claude"
