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because her wrists and ankles were bound tightly with wire cord. The darkness was heavy and impenetrable, suffocating her. She drew great, shuddering gulps of air into her lungs and felt the warmth of her own breath surround her in the cramped space. Perhaps she could pretend it was all a terrible nightmare and she would open her eyes to find Frank sleeping peacefully beside her. But the scent of diesel invaded her nostrils and the dream evaporated, leaving only blunt reality. Her mind was shockingly awake and would not be fooled. The car wound its way up and over a steep
the oppressive blackness of the small space and she had no idea how long she had lain unconscious. But she knew the terrain had changed. They were no longer travelling on smooth tarmac and the car jerked unsteadily across uneven ground as it trundled towards its unknown destination. She lay there without any idea of the passage of time nor the distance she had travelled and thought of Frank Phillips. I love you, Frank. * * * The car sped through the desolate
the porcelain sink. But her body was so broken and stiff with pain, she could barely move. She stared at his hand and thought about the violence it was capable of inflicting, then took it and struggled over the edge of the tub. She winced as the movement jogged her ribs and sent shards of pain arrowing through her chest. “Thank you,” she mumbled. It did no good to provoke him,
