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"What are you going to do to me?" Rosie whispered, blinking away the fuzzy feeling in her head, as she watched Damon walk around the semi-dark room, holding a small camcorder. "And will you quit bashing my skull in? You'll dumb me down even further."

"Being dumb should be the furthest thing in your mind, Miss Conley," he murmured as he fiddled with the camcorder. "I'm glad that you woke up. I was afraid I'd killed you earlier, you see. It would have been a waste of preparations."

Rosie tried to control her fear.

She didn't know where he'd taken her but she was certain they were underground again. And she didn't know long she'd been out. The back of her head was still throbbing with pain and she was probably bleeding from the sticky, wet feeling at the back of her neck. She couldn't move to check it as she was tied tightly to a chair.