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She lay there, trussed up and helpless. Her senses were on overload. She was listening to everything, trying to determine where her attackers were. She couldn't calm down and she couldn't get enough air into her lungs.

The lights were turned on. She could hear them stepping around her, walking rapidly.

"I got it," she heard one them say.

A moment later the television blared on.

"Turn it up a little louder," one of the voices said.

She lay still, her mind racing with a thousand panicked thoughts.

The two men walked over to her and both stopped right next to her.

"Shit! That's not her!" the voices said simultaneously.

"Damn it, who the hell are you?" she heard one say.

She heard one of them walk around and then the sounds of him going through her purse.

"Kim Little, apartment 1215," the voice said disgustedly, "1215! Shit, we're where we're supposed to be. What the fuck?"
She heard the other man rustling through his clothing, searching his pockets, followed by, "Holy Shit man, we're in the wrong apartment complex! We're supposed to be at the Lakefront Estates apartments next door! Damn it!"