Day 25/366

"Genevieve, do not look so discouraged, my pet," the voice admonished, echoing in the empty room.  Bare metal walls, cement floor, and absolutely empty...just like her heart.  "Simply one more task, and our terms will be met."

"That's what you said last time," she fired back, more strength in her voice and fire in her eyes.  "How do I know I can trust you?"

"Simple.  Fail and see what happens next."  The chill in the voice sent a shiver of fear down her spine.  Perspiration beaded along her hairline, even as her mouth went bone dry.  "You will find your directions in a blue envelope, tucked under the front door of your apartment.  Follow them to the letter, or..."

"I know, I know," she responded.  Maybe this time it would be simple.  Maybe this time the man who possessed the chilling voice would keep his word.  Maybe this time...no one would get hurt.

Gen pushed to her feet, wiping her palms on her denim pants.  "How do I get in touch with you when it's done?"

An unnerving chuckle bounced off the walls of the room, causing her to cover her ears and to tremble.  "Oh, you don't worry yourself about that.  The entire world will know when you've finished what we've started."

Genevieve glared at the tiny camera eye embedded in the far wall.  "Fine."  She turned to leave, grasping the steel door knob in her hand.

"Remember, Genevieve.  Tell no one."

She sighed as she opened the door.  "No one would believe me even if I tried."

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