Cecilia
How long had I been tied to this chair?
When had I last taken a drink of water or eaten any food?
How much time had passed since I did the unthinkable, urinating all over myself?
The answers weren't coming.
Based on the fact the urine was now cooled, time had passed.
I had new uncertainties, not of starving to death or even dying of dehydration. I had new fears of living. My limbs were so numb, I was afraid they would never recover. And if they did, if I did, what would happen to me?
There was no reason to doubt my mother's promise, but her concern was a simple k********g for ransom. I'd given the men's words a lot of thought. What was happening to me wasn't a simple k********g.
While my experience with the dark web was limited to movies, books, and television shows, that
