After what felt like hours, the hood
was finally removed from Phoebe's head. She squinted against the
harsh lights, and struggled against her bonds. She could hear her two
fellow captives doing the same--one of them was whimpering, but she
couldn't tell which.
When her vision cleared, she caught a
glimpse of several strange things--the band, the howling crowd, and
the cameras--but quickly Phoebe's eyes locked onto the man who had
done this to them. The grinning madman, with his hand on a switch.
“We're back, ladies and gentlemen!”
he said. “And our contestants are about to find out why we call
this the lightning round!”
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