Chapter Five
The sun was hot and blinding.
Kim had been roused from her brief, troubled sleep by the rough hands of her captors unchaining her and lifting her to her feet.
“I’ll do what you want,” she said tiredly. “Please don’t hurt me any more.”
Her hands were locked behind her and the two men urged her toward the door. After the darkness of the truck her eyes took some time to adjust to the brightness outside.
The truck had been parked on a gravel cul de sac. From the open door she saw beach, emerald green water, and a pleasure boat bobbing at a small, wooden dock.
Mistress Gyve stood outside, and reached out to assist Kim to the ground. The sand was hot under Kim’s feet. She wondered how far they had come. They had been driving long enough to be outside of the States by now. She
