PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Would he really do it? We had been in this room for three days and nights and had one piece of dry bread.

I was the first. His “first lady.” Two others arrived soon after. We were all gagged and hands tied  behind our  backs.

Each minute I grew more depressed. I  didn’t know where  we were or why we had been taken captive. We couldn’t tell daylight from dark. It was always dark. The only light  was three days ago when the last arrived.

We began to smell the acrid smell of smoke.


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