Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen

A sharp knock on the door startled them both. Dr. Sanchez looked up, a puzzled expression on his face. This was the first time this was happening. Over here, people minded their businesses and tended to what had brought them there. It appeared that that was no longer the order of the day. 

It took a moment for the implication of the knock on the door to dawn on Isabella, and immediately it did, she began to struggle violently, looking for a way of escape. Help had finally come in the form of the angel that was standing on the other side of the door. 

Dr. Sanchez was quick, like a fox. He edged forward at once and rolled out a duct tape before her face. He placed it on her lips, gumming it together. All that came out of her lips from then on was a low whimper. A sad look clouded get face as she realized that it was too late now to break free.