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Stacy paced back and forth. The cage was sixteen by twenty feet and she
was all alone. The door was thick metal with a five inch high, foot long
slot.
The cell did have a nice bed and a toilet with a privacy curtain. Some comfort. Why the hell did employees of a television broadcasting network kidnap her? And where was Manna? Smell blockers, scents of offal, blocked her sensing more then a dozen yards both ways down the featureless hallway. As best as she could tell, the far right end was a dead end and the far left was a small door. That door definitely was locked also. Stacy was trapped.
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