Chapter Forty
She was moving.Whywas she moving?Why did her head hurt so much?Where was she?She tried to pry her eyes open, but she couldn’t.They seemed to be glued shut, and her head hurt like a...
A lot.It hurt a lot.
She tried to move her hands, but they were bound...Why were they bound?What was happening?
She moaned, and that seemed to attract the attention of whoever was driving.
“The bitch is waking up.”
“Shall I dose her?”
“Damn right.”
She felt a prick in her arm and fought to stay conscious, but the darkness grabbed her again and pulled her under.
When she regained her senses again, she was in a room, lying down on a sofa.It was old and smelled musty.She groaned, her head hurting as if she had a beating pulse inside her brain, and her limbs felt heavy.
Drugged ...she’d been drugged...But why?
“Here, drink this.It will help your head.”
Somebody held her enough to help her drink the water.It tasted funny and she grimaced.
“It’s just paracetamol, to help you with the headache, I promise.”
This voice ...she knew it.Slightly opening her eyes, she tried to focus her vision.Colorful blurs danced before her eyes until she managed to focus them on the man who was helping her.She recognized him immediately.
“Jon?”she croaked.“What happened?”
“I had to get you out of there,” he said, shaking his head as if in denial.“It was important for the both of us to get you out of there fast.”
“What do you mean?”
“You were fucking animals,” he snarled, and for the first time, she felt afraid of him.His eyes were furious, and spit accumulated at the corners of his lips, as if he was frothing at the mouth.“Two of them.What would your father say?”shaking his head, clearly disappointed, he continued, “Don’t bother denying it, I saw you.I saw them fucking you in all your holes, as if you were ...I’m not even going that way!”he yelled, and she flinched.
“Jon ...it’s not like that...”
