Chapter Four
“She’s waking up.”
“Move faster, then.”
Sigrid heard the voices as if they were reaching her from the bottom of a deep well. Her head throbbed, her p***y was sore, her hands felt limp and lifeless. There was a faint metallic taste in her mouth. She was vaguely aware that she was in terrible danger and that she should do something about it, but her body felt as if it could only send signals of discomfort and pain. It would not respond to commands. She tried to move and could not tell if she had succeeded. She tried to scream, but all she could manage was a dry croak.
“Tighten those straps.”
She thought that she recognized Paul’s voice. She tried to look for him, but she couldn’t move her head properly and her eyes couldn’t seem to focus. As her body slowly shook off the ef
