Julia put out the desk lamp and stretched sweetly, leaning back in her chair. It was dusk outside the window, it was late evening. The fine rain that drizzled all day has stopped. There was almost no wind. Stars were visible in the blackened sky.

“Time to go home,” thought Julia. “Sleep.”

She, without haste, got out from the table and was about to put on her coat, as they knocked quietly on the office door.

“Come in,” said Julia calmly.

The door opened slowly. On the threshold stood a tall young man in a medical white jacket and green pants.

“Are you leaving already, ma'am?” He asked with some regret in his voice.

- What happened, Rick? - Julia carefully looked at the guy.

“One of your patients wants to talk to you,” he replied.

- Can't you wait till tomorrow? The woman asked in a tired voice.

“You see, ma'am,” the guy began, a little embarrassed, “Samantha asked me about this a long time ago, but at the last moment refused. And today I insisted that I bring you to her ward. But, if you do not want ...

- No no! - Julia hastily hung up her coat back on a hanger and put on a robe, - I'm ready.

They climbed to the third floor and quickly walked along a long hospital corridor lined with soft carpet.

“This way, please,” Rick pointed to the narrow door of the chamber, lined with tin.

Julia opened the inspection window flare and looked inside. A young pretty girl sat on the bed with her legs dangling down, hands folded in her lap, and without stopping looking at the opposite wall. Thick, carefully combed brown hair fell smoothly on his shoulders and on to the shoulder blades. The girl's eye Julia did not see now, but she knew for sure that they were green, slightly slanting, and the corners were slightly raised up. Such eyes are sometimes called "cat's." The girl was of medium height, slim, but not skinny. Body shapes are proportional. Is that the chest was developed a little more, but, in other matters, it did not spoil it. Julia carefully examined the hospital room and turned to the guy who was still quietly standing behind.

“Open up,” Julia asked, and added, “And wait outside the door.”

Rick found the right key and inserted it into the well. The door creaked softly, while the girl slowly turned her head.

- Good evening, Samantha, - the doctor walked into the ward and sat down on a chair against the bed, - How do you feel? Does anything bother you?

“Hello, Miss Julia,” the girl answered almost in a whisper, barely noticeably stretching the corners of her lips. “All is well.” I just wanted to ask you something, if possible.

“I'm listening,” Julia looked carefully at her patient.

“I need a laptop and a desk lamp,” Samantha said.

“You want to be a writer,” Julia was a little taken aback.

“N-no,” the girl shook her head. “It’s rather for you.” Perhaps my story will help you find the cause of my present state. So, and treatment will be more effective.

- Do you think? - Julia said thoughtfully, - Well, well. Let's try. I will dispose of it right away.

- ABOUT! Thank you! - Samantha bowed her head in a bow, not devoid of grace.

Abduction

It will probably seem to those who will read these lines that my head is not all right. But this is the only opportunity to convey to the general public the nightmare that I had to experience, and which still nests in my mind. We will assume that my story is a warning to humanity.

So, with your permission ...

My name is Samantha Stone. Although, I could be called by any other name. I am twenty two years old. Once I was a student of a prestigious educational institution, but due to events that happened to me lately, I would most likely have to put a big cross on my further studies.

My appearance is not so good that it should be described in detail, but my friends and acquaintances say that I am beautiful or at least attractive. Well, apparently, they know better from the outside.

My parents died, therefore, I had to earn money for study myself. I did not refuse from work, only if this work was not connected with the violation of laws and deviation from my principles. I worked as a dishwasher in a small restaurant, and as a nurse in the hospital, delivered letters to addresses. In short, spinning as she could.

And then one day after classes my friend Gina ran up to me.

- Sam! - She said, grabbing me by the elbow, - There is one good job. Two hours and as a result - a lot of money.

“It doesn't happen that way,” I replied.

- And here it happens! - Gina did not let her go, - you will see for yourself!

- What is this work? - I asked, although I was absolutely sure that this was some kind of regular scam.

“A photo session,” her friend said shortly.

- I will not be removed naked! - I firmly assured.

- Why immediately naked? - Gina pouted her lips, - In a bikini! Well, maybe a little more open. This is a chance! Can you imagine? And if you notice? And there the contract will be offered for a tidy sum. Yes, you do not earn that kind of money in your entire life!

“Well, I don't know,” I hesitated, “I need to think.”

- Yes, what is there to think! - Gina boiled, - Vaughn, limousine waiting! In short, either you are traveling with me, or you are no longer my friend!

Of course, the prospect of losing a friend did not upset me much. Gina and I were not so friendly. It may have played, most likely, a sense of solidarity. And I waved my hand.

In the car, besides us and the driver, there was another person. He sat in the front seat and was silent all the time. He was dressed in a strict black suit, white shirt and narrow black tie. His hair was cut short, and because of this I managed to see a piercing hair on the top of my head. I did not see the faces, because, first, he wore a black narrow bandage covering the left eye, as well. secondly, and the second eye was hidden under wide sunglasses.

I also managed to notice that, despite the hot weather, this man had a black leather glove on his left hand. Most likely, either a prosthesis was used instead of a hand, or the hand was severely disfigured. At least, nothing more occurred to me.

Forty minutes we walked through the city streets, but finally stopped at a two-story mansion with a wide porch. The door was opened to us by a tall, slender young guy, dressed in tight black pants and a white shirt with a “butterfly” and a wide lace jabot.

“The servants, probably,” Gina said cheerfully, which all this action very much pleased.

The guy gallantly helped us get out of the limousine and offered to go into the house. He himself went ahead, pointing the way. We followed him and soon found ourselves in a huge hall, hung with expensive carpets and furnished with beautiful “antique” furniture. The guy asked us to wait a bit, pointing to a soft sofa with a high back and bent legs, and he disappeared behind a small door in the far corner of the room. We were left alone, and I decided to look around the hall better.

Judging by the decoration and decor, a very wealthy man should have lived here. Furniture made of expensive varieties of wood, inlaid with mother of pearl and gold, expensive “fluffy” carpets, not only hanging on the walls, but lying under their feet. The windows are luxuriously embroidered with gold tapestries. Yes, and the windows themselves were a work of art. Huge stained glass windows and mosaic panels of colored glass.

I looked at the room with curiosity and did not notice how a tall man in a gray suit and white shoes entered the room. His long black hair fell on his shoulders, and the black face of a beautifully trimmed beard covered his temples with two symmetrical stripes. This man was accompanied by two wide-shouldered guards, dressed not in suits, but in narrow leather boots with slightly raised noses, spacious dark colored pants and black shirts with unbuttoned ...