The Captives
Brooke and Heather had been prayer partners for over twenty-five years. They had each been awakened during the early hours of the morning and urged to pray. They just knew that young women with blonde hair and blue eyes were in danger, and the Lord needed them to pray. After several months of praying, they were urged to go to a small mountain town in Northern Kentucky to meet together to do battle against the forces of darkness.
Deb surveyed her regulars in the Cafe, reminding herself that God had told her that the late-night praying was not in vain. The answers to her prayers were on the way. Looking around at her friends and neighbors eating and laughing together, she wondered if any of them could be responsible for the burden that she had been fervently praying about. Could anyone she knows be capable of this degree of evil?
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but forest. Lauren shivered and looked at her fellow captives. In all, there were seven, including her daughter, who was only six. As she and the other girls sat quietly on the grassy knoll eating their lunch, her mind wandered back to the events that had transpired, which had led to herself and her daughter being in this predicament.
"Get back to it, ladies!" Red's bellowing brought her back to the unpleasant reality of being held captive here, with seemingly no way of escape or anyone to help them.
Would her faith endure?
Would they ever know the sweet taste of freedom again?