Beecham and Mrs. Whitman were waiting for her. ‘Mrs. Whitman, I would like to introduce the star of our show this evening, Miss Angel Enriquez,’ ...rs. Beecham said. Mrs. Whitman rose from her chair and Angel found she had to look up a little to face her. The woman took Angel’s hand as if she was going to kiss it, but instead pulled Angel closer and kissed her on the lips. ‘It’s so nice to meet you Angel. I’ve been very anxious to get to know you better,’ Mrs. Whitman said. ‘Thank you maam. I. I am going to see what our new friend picked out for you. Have fun.” He said and he disappeared around the corner. I took some deep breaths and tried to concentrate on my assignment rather than the panic knocking louder and louder at the back of my brain. “Try out the new cage,” I said under by breath. I could turn around in it, but there wasn’t much more room than that. The floor was solid but the rest of the cage was open, made of thin steel rods and bars. I have never felt comfortable in. She could run faster than any boy her age. It was almost like she could fly.The warmth of the cabin was masked by the chill that began to erupt up her spine, an almost imperceptible tremor that went unnoticed, simply because no one else was around. She had been foolish, and lost track of time. She hadn’t noticed the voices fade into the wind, until there was nothing left but the dancing ice and snow that twirled around the logs, signalling danger, danger, danger.Her cheeks burned.‘Come here,. Diedie die die...* _Now_ I was really pissed. "Val?" "What?" I said, switching to looking at Debbie. "Did you forget your Prozac tonight?" "Yeah.... do you have any knives here?" I asked the guy. "Realsharp ones?" "Uh," he said before Debbie led me off. "Just a little blood, please?" I whined as a parting comment. Thecouples who had missed the rest of the conversation looked at me alittle strangely. "He won't miss it." "No, you promised you wouldn't cut anyone.