The kitchen was a spacious, tall room with pots and pans neatly hanging from hooks and not a speck of dust on the counters. Kayla liked the pleasant kitchen, but made her way straight to the cordless phone near the table. She picks up the phone and immediately starts dialing for home. As she's doing so, she pops her pale heel out of her princess slippers, not realizing that Fred was watching every move with a deep, hungry interest.
Kayla dials home, but nothing picks up on the line. Before she can ask Fred, a pair of arms grabbed her from behind. The hands cover her face in a foul smelling clothe, knocking her out within seconds....
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