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Amy in the dark

Amy spun around, suddenly blinded, her hands in front of her. With the lights off, the library basement was totally pitch black. She didn't know what was going on. She had to go and find a flashlight, but she wasn't even sure what direction the exit was.

The only thing to do was to proceed very slowly and cautiously, and not make any sudden moves. She could get out of this, if she just patiently picked her way towards the stairs. All she had to do was not panic.

That's what she was thinking when something cold and slimy touched the small of her back, where her shirt had come untucked to reveal a tiny gap of skin.

Amy couldn't control herself. She shrieked, the piercing noise ringing through the library. Her hands flew behind her, and found nothing but air. The cold slimy thing had gone as quickly as it came. She had absolutely no idea what it could have been. Probably not a stray cat.

She didn't have long to think about it.

Something clinked around Amy's wrists. A familiar sound. Handcuffs locking. But usually someone else was on the receiving end.

Her hands had just been cuffed behind her back.

Reflexively, she tried to yank her arms away. But it was too late to respond. Her wrists had been expertly bound together. With her own cuffs, judging by the feel. They were a high-quality German brand, custom-made, and she knew exactly how tight they were. There was no way she was wriggling out of them.

She heard a whisper in the air. Something was moving behind her.

She felt the lightest of touches at her waist. Little more than a feather.

And Amy Santiago's pants fell down around her ankles.