Chapter Seven
Krissy was no longer sobbing. That terrifying man had told her to shut up, so she had. She couldn’t quite stop whimpering, though. She was lying face down on the floor in the back of the car, and he had his foot on the back of her neck. He wasn’t applying any pressure, but she knew that he could, and would, any time that he felt like it. The carpeting felt rough against her breasts, belly and thighs, but that was a minor irritation. The other man had pulled her elbows so close together that her neck, arms and shoulders were beginning to ache. She felt like throwing up, but she hadn’t had time to eat anything all evening so her stomach churned acid and empty. Every so often, whenever the car hit a bump, she could taste bile in the back of her throat. If she hadn’t used the po
