CHAPTER TEN
Sarah felt panic creeping in at the edge of her mind and tried to shove it away. It was getting harder with each passing minute. She sat shivering on the floor of the cold, dingy motel room, wearing only her teal top, her panties, and her sneakers. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been here.
The brown van had dropped them off and the men had yanked each of them out and dragged them to separate rooms of the two-story motel. She noticed the parking lot was mostly empty and wondered if this place even had customers. The man responsible for her had handcuffed her right wrist to the radiator, put duct tape over her mouth, warned her not to pull it off, and left, locking the door behind him.
The room was dark and there was no clock for her to orient herself. She tried to grab a blan
