Chapter 6

She started to lift one arm to brush the hair back from her face. She couldn’t. Her wrist was linked to the arm of the body on her left with what felt like handcuffs. Her right arm was similarly trapped. The lamp on the chest was off now and light leaking through the vertical blind from somewhere outside barely lit the room.

Damn it, what are these weirdos up to? I want out of here!She’d never been comfortable being restrained. Suffering it in the dark made everything worse. A shadowy memory of being stuffed into a closet while her mother entertained male friends niggled at her mind. She’d kept that particular nightmare locked away for a long time, but all at once it was back, like a bogeyman emerging from under the bed.

She sank her teeth firmly into her lower lip to bite back the frantic whimpers wanting to squeak out from deep within. It’s okay. You haven’t been hurt or raped. It’s going to be okay. Come on, girl, be cool. You can do this.