CHAPTER 8
SABRINA
When I thought I'd be breaking free tonight, I never expected that freedom to be so literal.
I never expected to be held prisoner by a stranger.
I never expected to be a hostage.
I can feel my throat getting tight already.
My stomach is churning.
My palms are sweating.
My heart is pounding.
Dr. Patel’s voice sounds in my head.
Breathe.
Just breathe. It'll be okay.
You're not dead...
At least, not yet.
Not like this Tim guy isn't trying to see to that.
After I slam my five fingers into his fleshy nose, the biker-built stranger lets out a groan.
He takes a few steps back, arms held high.
That's usually when they get angry.
When they want to teach you a lesson.
But I'm ready for it.
By the time he grabs for my throat, I'm already two steps ahead of him.
