Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Splash!
The icy water smacked her and ran in rivulets down her body. She shivered more as the wind picked up.
Of course it decides now is the time to do that.
Shivering again, she made a step to the left, as usual, only to be brought up short at the press of one large hand against her chest. She opened her eyes to look up at the hooded man before her.
This shit was freaky. Not being able to see a single feature on the person, as he, or she, had zero exposed skin. She bet it was a male. Other than a figure, she wasn’t able to figure more than that. The touch barely lasted three seconds but it made her all the more aware of how much trouble she was in.
The person reached out a hand and another put something in there that was then moved in front of her. Looking away from the place a face should be, she saw what they held. Clothing.
Expecting a trap, she didn’t move. The figure holding them shook them in her direction, still not a single sound emerging from whoever it was.
Caution riddled her but the thought of clean, dry clothing eventually became to much to pass up and she reached out to pluck them from the grip before her. Once she held them she nearly pulled them tight to her and burrowed her face in the heavy material.
Eyes on the one before her, she held still, continuing to expect some kind of hit or attack. All she got was a chin jut.
They wanted her to change here? Now?
Modesty had left her a long time ago, so she undid her slacks she’d worn the day she’d been taken, not that she needed to, her weight loss would have allowed them to slide right down to the ground.
Snowy ground. The wind drove icy spikes into her exposed skin. Standing on the piled material of her pants, she unfolded a pair of workout ones. With zero hesitation, she stepped into them and barely contained the moan of pleasure from escaping as they instantly provided far more protection than her light weight dress slacks.
As soon as she’d managed with her numb fingers to fumble the drawstring tight enough to keep them up, she shook out the top, barely managing to stop the second purr of anticipation from slipping free. The buttons of her top had slowed her down only a tiny bit. Still, she worked them with one hand, not willing to relinquish her hold on the clean, at least warmer, shirt.
Exchanging the thin, Miami approved top with the thicker, wool blend long sleeve shirt, she no longer had the ability to stop her groan. Was she safe?
Not in a hundred years, but she was warmer and they didn’t know what a boost of morale such a thing was to a woman like her. A proud woman. A cop. A survivor.
They may have thought this was something they were going to get away with, but unless they put a bullet in her head, she was going be coming after them. And exacting her revenge. Then she would turn her attention on the one who set this in motion.
First things first. Survive. Escape.
Buttoned up, she curved her fingers into her palms, keeping the skin exposure to as much of a minimum as she could accomplish.
Not even a grunt, simply a gesture with the muzzle of the AK-47. As they moved across the frozen landscape, she realized two things. One, this wasn’t the way back to her hovel. Two, she may have been to optimistic in believing she would get out of here.
A dead body would bring animals to eat, perhaps they didn’t want her close to the hole she’d been kept in because there were others there and they didn’t want to risk them in that way.
Seems pointless to give me clean clothing if they were just going to put a bullet in my heart or head.
Limbs weak, she stumbled a few times on her way to…well, wherever. No one assisted her and she struggled to breathe as they paused at the entrance to a cave. The cold air pained her lungs and they were already struggling with her weakened state. The air remained stale and carried with it wet stone and animal shit.
Past the point of working to never letting them get her to a second location, she didn’t question what they were doing here. Not true, she was questioning it, but there was no energy to fight back. If a chance came later, she would need every bit of her lacking strength to get out.
And I will. Get out.
Two grabbed her and began walking, she figured they were to ensure she didn’t slip away in the dark. Men, they were men. I’m ninety-five percent sure.
While she couldn’t see a damn thing, she allowed them to guide her. Beneath her feet, the floor was surprisingly smooth and it didn’t feel like either of the men half carrying, half dragging her were having to stoop over.