Chapter Four
The smell of coffee and food brought Kim back to the present again. Terror had driven all other thoughts from her mind, but now she realized how hungry she was. How long had she been hanging in these chains? It had been long enough to make her shoulder and hip joints ache, long enough for her fingers and toes to grow cold.
“John is going to take over the driving after we have coffee,” said Otto.
“It’s ready,” said the woman. “I’ll run a cup up to him. Keep an eye on tits.”
“No problem.”
The door opened and closed. Kim felt hands fumbling with the strap holding her gag in place. The rod of rubber filling her mouth was removed. Kim swallowed and worked an aching jaw.
“I thought maybe you could use some soup,” Otto said gently. “Take it slow. It’s hot.”
It was hot, but she
