Chapter Nine
“Well, little girl, how did you like your holiday in the country?”
Krissy didn’t answer. She simply stayed on her hands and knees on the floor in the back of the big car, feeling the thrum of the engine through the floorboards. Every part of her seemed to be sore or aching.
“Answer me, you willful little b***h, or I’ll take you back and leave you there.” The man’s voice was barely raised at all, but she flinched at the threat. She looked up, but was still unable to meet his terrible gaze.
“Oh, no, sir! Please! Don’t take me back there!” she pleaded. “I’ll do anything, anything you want! Please!”
He seemed more amused than pleased at her response. “Was it such a terrible place?” he asked mildly.
Krissy let her head drop back down and stifled a sob. “It was terrible, sir!”
