#Chapter14
Half of Jess’s face was on fire when she woke up. She could barely open her jaw, before her muscle screamed in protest. She wanted to move her hand to rub her face, but when she couldn’t her eyes shot opened. She found her hands tied to the bed and for a moment she had forgotten everything that had happened to her these past few weeks, instead her head went to one place and one place only – her father. Her fear was as clear as day. She jumped up and ripped at the ropes, the bed frame groaned as she ripped them forwards and backward, desperately trying to break free. Her eyes started to fill with theirs and she softly whisper, no, continuously as she fought the ropes.