Capture another victim

Leaving Laurel horning out on the machine you slip silently upstairs. There is a cautious clatter of heels coming down from the top floor, a dim flashlight beam darting about the walls.

"Laurel?" Lisa calls, a slight tremble in her voice. "Are you ok?" She comes to the foot of the stairs and stops turning, the flashlight beam pointing at the floor. You can hear her breathing, a touch of anxiety in each intake of breath. You track the flashlight beam as she slowly walks into the living room, carefully, a step at a time.

"Laurel?" she says again, stepping further into the room. You slip silently behind her and knock the flashlight from her hand and grab her. She shrieks and struggles as you hoist her onto your shoulder and carry her flailing body down the stairs to the basement.

"Let me go, let me go, Oh God let me go!" she wails as she struggles. You clamp your hand around her upper thighs and carry the squealing girl into the dungeon.