Taz whispered in Billyâs ear. âOkay. You get the stuff to tie her up with, and Iâll go in and pretend to help her pack her bag. You grab her as she comes out of the bedroom and Iâll get her from behind. Make sure she doesnât scream.â Taz went into the bedroom, where Mia was frantically opening drawers and throwing underwear into a bag.
âHere, let me help you,â Taz offered, as she closed the door behind her.
Mia looked up quickly. âIâm nearly done, thanks. Iâll be right out.â She did not know why, but she wanted Taz out of her bedroom. It was just a feeling, but it was so strong she could not ignore it.
Taz stepped closer, her eyes boring into the back of Miaâs neck. âMia, whatâs wrong? Is it really so bad you have to leave? You look like youâve seen a ghost.â
Mia didnât lift her head, but her hands began to shake. âIâm fine, really. Look, Iâm sorry but Iâll call you tomorrow.â
As Mia opened the bedroom door Taz shouted, âNow!â
Mia turned to look at Taz as Billy came up behind her. He put one hand over her mouth and the other around her throat. Mia dropped her bag and Taz grabbed her arms. She kicked out fiercely making Taz yelp. But Billy dragged her to the floor.
She started to panic, she could not breathe. She tried to get free, but her arms would not budge. Billy now had both hands on her throat, squeezing hard. She tried to scream. Taz let go of her arms, so Mia tried punching and scratching Billy. This did no good. He would not release his grip on her throat. His legs moved onto her arms, pinning them to the floor while Taz sat on her legs. She was choking, and all she could think was, This is it, Iâm going to die! Why do they want to kill me? And then everything went black.
Taz jumped up, as fear hit her. âBilly, what have you done? Youâve killed her!â