D.S. TOSSELL is an emotional roller coaster of a reader. She loves any kind of book that will make her laugh, make her cry and more importantly make her think. She is a nut for all things holiday. Loves to cook but cannot bake. She loves to relax and hang out with her husband and watch movie marathons. When she is not writing her newest emotionally driven book she is chasing around her two small children.

It only takes five words to drag me back to the desolate dry land of Afghanistan. Five simple words and I'm seeing the blast of gunfire behind my head. Five words and I see her drop right in front of my eyes. Five words causes me to lose myself and revert back into the soldier they made me. Five words.

"Thank you for your service"

Nightmare Warrior's MC

I attempt to maneuver my arms in a more comfortable position, but it seems nearly impossible. I have been here in this hell hole for hours and yet have no idea where I am.


A trickle of blood spills down my arm slowly and I watch it with aggravation as it reaches my flowing white dress sleeve I was excited to wear tonight. I blink back a few tears at my situation and give myself a small pep talk. 


I cannot break down. No there. Not now.


I attempt another maneuver to try and get comfortable but the handcuffs that are connecting my small frail hands with the steel beam above me prevent me further. The man that brought me into this small windowless basement of some kind is the same man that had my father in a choke hold with a gun to his neck.


Chapter 50