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The 2nd M-80 was wired to the hood. As she opened it, it went off almost in her face. The bang and the flash left her temporarily deaf and blind. I walked up behind her and knocked her out with a stun gun. I put her in the passenger seat, then injected her with something to keep her out for a while. I jammed my dirt bike as far into the trunk as I could get it, then tied the lid down over it. I drove to my house and locked her in one of the rooms in the basement, then drove to her house. I found a secluded spot about a block from her house and left the dirt bike there. Then I put the car in her driveway, returned to the bike, and rode home. I was reasonably certain her disappearance would remain a mystery.
Chapter 3--The Curse Maryann awoke in a room that was about 15 feet square. The walls were rough limestone, the floor concrete, and the ceiling plaster. There was a heavy wooden door in one wall. On a low pedestal in one corner a large candle provided the only light in the room. In the center of the floor a rusted steel eye-bolt was set. A hinged shackle was attached to the bolt by a foot of chain. Except for a bucket, the room was otherwise featureless. There were no windows. Maryann, though still drowsy, got to her feet and wandered about the room. She tried the door, finding it locked. She pounded on the door and yelled but was ignored.