Moira Lys recognized the girl instantly. She was called 'Mirri', the daughter of Greek and Italian parents, 14 years old, now, she thought, dark and s...im. But, Moira Lys scarcely recognized her, even though she'd known the girl since she was born. As Mirri moved warily out of the trees, she saw she was dressed in one of those 'allsuits' and toted a brand new autorifle."Moira Lys?" Mirri called. "Is that you?" Mirri?" she called back. "That you? Has something happened?" Moira Lys! Is Finn. The bedside lamp was on, and there was a note on the bed. Beside the note was a blindfold. "Undress completely and put the blindfold on, tying it tightly. I will be home eventually, and you will be waiting for me. You are not to leave this room, or touch yourself. You may use the bathroom, but only with the door open. As you are well aware, my room has security cameras, so I will know if you have been disobedient. I assure you the price for that will be more than you will care to pay." . To occupy his agile mind, he began once more to read other’s stories. The site was vast, but fortunately the owner’s had a database that allowed separate review of the latest accepted pieces. It was during his review of these latest that one story caught his eye. He looked up the author and found that there was a short biography. This biography was of a mature, divorced woman with children. A picture was attached that made her look like a seasoned writer. She was Blond haired, with blue eyes,. I walked for a few more miles then glancing at my watch, figured I should start back to the main trail and the cabin before it got dark. The park ranger had been right, these trails were very easy. I could walk for hours and not realize I had even walked that far.As I turned the final crook in the trail toward the cabin I heard a branch break behind me in the forest. Just out of curiosity I yelled, "Hello?" not expecting an answer I turned to walk away when I heard a low groan. I didn't stop to.