Imagine that your child has been kidnapped. How far would you go to save your child? Would you follow the rules of the captor, even if those rules made no sense? Or would you take the matter into your own hands?
After Sebastian, Mary, and Fred vanished without a trace, their parents clung to hope—hope that their children were still alive. Hope that the police would find them soon. Hope that this was all some terrible mistake.
But after ten days, reality struck when a package was left on their doorstep. Each of the three sets of parents received a package at their front door overnight.
What was inside them would only escalate the horror. Despite appearing normal, the packages contained a DVD, a photograph, a note, and, worst of all, a severed tongue from a mouth.
The photo depicted three teenagers standing in a row, each with their tongues seemingly removed and blood dripping from their mouths. The accompanying DVDs contained footage of the gruesome procedure and a chilling note that read: “Without their tongue, your teenager cannot lie nor verbally abuse another.”
The DNA results confirmed that the tongues matched Sebastian, Mary, and Fred positively, and the photos and DVD seemed genuine and not edited, even though the police and FBI entertained the possibility that they had been.
Unfortunately, the more likely scenario was that the worst had happened. The teenagers were kidnapped and in the hands of sadistic and dangerous people.
But then came the strangest message of all.
One evening, the parents found another note waiting for them, demanding an impossible task:
“Please leave your teenager’s tongue on the doorstep the day after tomorrow by 7:00 pm. We want them back. You must comply, or we will punish your teenager.”
The demand was beyond logic. The tongues had already been taken—cut from their children’s mouths. What use could they possibly serve? The request seemed almost supernatural, as if the kidnappers weren’t simply torturers but something far worse, but the question is, who? And why do they want them back?
No answer came. Only fear.
The parents decided to comply. The tongues, kept as evidence, were placed on the doorsteps by the deadline. By morning, they were gone. And in their place, another note:
“Thanks for giving us the tongue of your teenager’s body. It can be dangerous. If you follow our orders, your teen will live.”
This was only the beginning. As the story progresses, the tension tightens like a noose around Vrayboro. The media frenzy explodes when Ken Ward refuses to stay silent, making the horror public. The town descends into paranoia. Parents pull their children from school. Fear seeps into every conversation, every locked door, and every glance toward the forest.
Isabel Morse, with her knowledge of mythology, sees the pieces fitting together in a way no one else can. The number three, the ritualistic punishments, the eerie control the kidnappers have over the families—the Three Furies, ancient seekers of justice known for punishing those who betray their kin.
Could the kidnappers be following this ancient path of retribution? And if so, who was the true target of their wrath?
As the novel races toward its shocking climax, Three Kidnapped, Three Siblings, Three Furies forces us to question everything. Were the missing teens victims, or were they guilty of something unspeakable? Were the parents protecting their children, or were they protecting themselves from the truth? And most disturbingly of all—what happens when you make a bargain with a force you don’t understand?
The horror in Vrayboro has only just begun. And the rules of this twisted game are beyond anything that you could have imagined—that will run a chill down your spine.
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