Just when she decides to head towards the farm in the distance, a car drives past her and stops half a mile from her. The window rolls open and a woman, somewhere mid-40s with gorgeous red hair pops out of the window. “My child, you’re all wet. Are you from around here?”, she asks. The woman shakes her head, but is too nervous to actually talk. Who is this woman, and can she trust her? “Hop on in, I live in the red farm up there, I’ll make you a warm drink and give you some warm and freshly pressed clothes, dear”, the woman nods her head and pushes her body to the passenger side to open the door. The woman walks up to the car and sits on the passenger seat. She looks frightened, but is desperate for any help now, and especially some new clothes. “Oh dear, you’re all wet. Don’t worry about my car, it’s all beaten up anyways, so a little water and dirt won’t do harm. You can take a long, warm and relaxing shower. I got you, dear, no need to worry”, the woman behind the steering wheel assures the woman before taking off.

Not even half a minute later, the woman pulls up to the driveway next to the red farm. Two dogs come running to the car, wiggling their tails while placing their paws on the side of the car. “Now, now, come Roxy, Paula, down. We have a guest, behave”, the woman laughs as she shoos the dogs away. The woman opens the door and walks around the car to open the passenger door. “Come, dear, you’re safe. I’ll make you a warm cup of tea while you enjoy a warm shower. I’ll prepare your clothes, looks like we wear about the same size clothes”, she tells the woman. She gives her a comfortable wink while grabbing her keys from her purse and walks up to the big wooden door on the side of the house. The woman slowly gets out of the car and follows her inside the house. It’s filled with lots of clutter and dog toys. She looks around her, just to explore the house and see if she can find easy ways to escape in case she’s not safe. Whilst scanning the room, she gets interrupted by the red-haired woman, “Here, I’ll show you the bathroom, it’s just up the stairs on the right, follow me. I’ll grab you some clothes you can wear and while you’re showering, I’ll make you that cup of tea. Camomile okay with you?”, she politely asks. The woman nods her head, any kind of warm beverage is more than welcome by now.

The women walk up the stairs. While the red-haired woman walks into a bedroom and opens the wardrobe, the blonde woman walks into the bathroom and turns on the lights. She looks around, the bathroom is spotless, clean and filled with flowers, candles and other warm decorations. After a few seconds the red-haired woman walks into the bathroom with some clothes. “Here, dear, I’ll put these clothes here, the towels are over here. Just put your dress on the floor, I’ll bring it to the dry cleaners in the afternoon for you. I’ll head downstairs now and will prepare that cup of warm tea for you. You, take your time, warm up and get comfortable now”, she winks, turns around, leaves the room and closes the bathroom door behind her. The woman looks in the mirror, she’s a mess. She slowly takes off her muddy, wet dress and turns on the water, waits a couple of seconds for the water to warm up and gets into the shower. The warm water nearly burns her skin, but she’s enjoying the warmth of it. The glass panel of the shower fills with the condensation quickly.

After what feels like a couple of hours, the woman turns off the water and grabs a towel and starts drying her hair and body. She slips into the new clothes, which were clearly freshly washed by the smell. They fit her perfectly. She wipes the condensation from the mirror and takes a good look at herself. She brushes her fingers through her hair for the last time before slowly opening the bathroom door. She enters the hallway and hears the woman downstairs talking to someone. She slowly and quietly walks towards the stairs to listen to who she’s talking to. It sounds like she’s on the phone. She kneels down to take a look onto the ground floor, but is unable to find the red-haired woman. She breathes quietly to be able to listen in to the phone conversation. “Miguel, I’m sure, it’s her. She was wearing the dress you described, the messy blonde curls, believe me, it’s her. I’m not stupid…”, she tells the person on the other end of the phone. “I’ll deliver her back to Margret this afternoon. I told her I’ll bring her dress to the dry cleaners, it’s a good cover-up story”, she continued. The blonde woman stands up and is scared. She looks around if there’s any way to exit this house from the first floor, but is unable to find any way out. She walks down the hallway behind her where four doors are located, two on the left and two on the right. The first one left is the bathroom, which she just used. The one on the right is the bedroom. She takes a quick look inside, as the door is open. Looks very comfortable, but besides two small windows, no balcony or easy way out. She quickly walks up to the remaining two doors at the end of the hallway and pulls the first doorknob down. It’s locked. She tries again, but without success. She turns to the right and tries the other door, also locked. She takes a deep sigh and turns around to go downstairs.

Just when she’s about to turn around, a voice close to her scares her. “What are you doing here? Are you lost? Come with me, tea is ready”, it’s the red-haired woman. She creeped up upon her. She grabbed her hand and they moved towards the stairs. They move down the stairs while the red-haired woman keeps on talking to her, “No need to worry, dear, you’re safe here. I’ll take care of you. This afternoon we’ll go to the dry cleaners to get your dress all ready again and we will have a little shopping spree together. Let’s buy you some new clothes”. She knows it’s all a lie and she’ll be back at the house she was pushed into earlier, she needs to escape, she needs to find a way out, but how? “Here, dear, have a seat. Your tea is on the counter, I also baked some cookies, grab some, you must be hungry”, the red-haired woman tells her while walking into the kitchen, opening the big refrigerator. She sits down at the dining table while holding her warm cup of tea. It does feel very comfortable and safe, but it’s all fake. She desperately looks around, to see where she can escape or hide. All the windows and doors are covered with semi-transparent curtains, which make it very hard to look outside. She needs another escape plan and looks around to see if there are any objects she can use to knock down the woman, to be able to run away as far as she can. All she can spot nearby are tons of photo frames filled with pictures of herself, dog toys, a vase with roses which died at least months ago and some books on the table in front of her. The vase is the only possibility, she thinks while slowly getting up.

She grabs the vase and quietly walks up to the red-haired woman, who is still searching for something in her refrigerator. She holds tight to the bottom of the vase and takes a swing. BANG. She hits the woman at the back of her head. She drops down onto the floor. She drops the vase on the floor, it smashes and breaks into a thousand little pieces. She looks over on the counter and spots the cell phone of the woman, she grabs it before running towards the front door. She stops to put on some shoes. While putting on these brown suede shoes, she spots the car keys on the side table next to the front door. Without hesitating, she grabs them, opens the front door and runs outside without looking behind her. She unlocks the car and starts the engine. Finally, her great escape! Time to drive as far away from here as possible.