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After a few turns, the car sped up. We were definitely on the highway, which was a clusterfuck of epic proportions. The initial adrenaline of being kidnapped was crashing, and I felt ill. I placed my hands on my stomach, the only protection I was able to offer.
The longer we drove, the colder I got. Regret for not wearing a weather-appropriate outfit plagued me. For once, I should’ve listened to my mom’s wisdom—tights are not the same as pants. Feeling around, I found the blanket and did my best to tuck it around me.
Note to self: Don’t get kidnapped in the middle of winter. It’s fucking cold.
I must’ve fallen asleep because suddenly, the sun was pouring in, and a sound slap landed on my cheek.
“Oh, good. I was worried you froze to death. Time to get out.”
Squinting, I tried to sit up, but my body was too stiff.
“Let me help.” Lorenzo reached in, but I hit his hand away without thinking.
“I got it.” Summoning an inner strength I didn’t know I had, I swung my legs out of the trunk. Under my breath, I mumbled, “One. Two. Three.” I slowly came to a sitting position, dodging the opening. My head swam, and I closed my eyes to the bright light. The sensation of pins and needles went up and down my legs as feeling returned to them.
“Why don’t we go inside?” Lorenzo gently said, his hand gripping my elbow.
I pried my eyes open and frowned. “Are we in the Ozarks?”
“That, I can’t tell you.”
There were trees, a small cabin, and the sound of running water. “Great. My worst fucking nightmare. Nature with a psychopath.” I slid from the car. The minute my feet hit the rocky ground, I crumpled, falling onto my hands and knees.
Lorenzo looked down at me, disappointment evident on his face. “I’ll be waiting on the porch.” Then that bastard walked away, leaving me there in the dirt.
My leather gloves kept the small rocks from digging into my palms, but my stocking-covered feet and bloody toes weren’t as lucky.
Taking a deep breath, I lifted my hand, placing it before me and shuffled my knees. “At this rate, it’ll be dark before I make it inside.”
“That’s a girl! You can do it!” Lorenzo called out.
“This motherfucker,” I mumbled under my breath. Leaning back on my heels, I glared at him.
There is no way we’re both getting out of this alive. I’m going to kill this bastard.
Struggling, I stood, my arms out to the side for balance. Every step toward the cabin sent pain from my foot up my leg, and Lorenzo watched on like it was the most entertaining thing he’d ever seen.
I breathed a sigh of relief when the soles of my feet hit the smooth wood of the cabin steps.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He got up from an old-fashioned rocker with a big smile.
“I need to pee,” I answered, making my way to the door before he could respond. Of course, the door was locked, so I had to wait for Lorenzo to saunter over and open it.
He looked at me as if he was waiting for me to say something before he let me inside. My bladder was on the brink of bursting, so I swallowed my pride and muttered, “Thanks.”
His smile was so bright I had to fight the urge to hit him. I didn’t think a slap would earn me any points, so I chewed the inside of my cheek as he directed me to the tiniest bathroom I’d ever seen. The cabin was barely warmer than outside, and I prayed he had a heater or something. Otherwise my toes were going to fall off.
When I turned to close the door, there he was. “Uh. Do you mind?”
“Are you going to behave yourself?”
“I’m going to piss myself if you don’t get out,” I said sweetly.
Lorenzo chuckled, closing the door behind him.
As soon as I was alone, I searched the room. Above the toilet was a small window I would never be able to climb through. Giving up my escape plan for a moment, I peed. The entire time I stared at the door like Lorenzo was about to bust in and watch like the creep he was.
Because I was in my very own version of hell, there was no toilet paper. Ultimately, drip drying gave me plenty of time to survey the room for possible weapons.
