One hundred and thirty-five

Talia's POV:

By the time we landed a couple of hours later, I was dying of thirst and desperately needed to pee. Sneaking a glance at Louis, I noticed that she was in even worse discomfort, her eyes glazed and feverish-looking. The swelling on her face had turned into an ugly bruise, and her lips were crusted with blood. With my hands cuffed together, I couldn't even reach over to give her a comforting pat on the arm.

As soon as the plane touched down, they unbuckled us and dragged us out of the plane with our hands still cuffed in front of us. The leader approached us, giving us a quick once-over before pointing toward a black SUV parked a few yards away.

He spat out some order at his men, and I understood it to mean that our journey was about to continue. Before they could force us into the vehicle, however, I spoke up. "Hey," I said quietly, "I have to use the restroom."