Chapter 11It was dark and her head was pounding. Cameron slowly awoke to find she was bound hand and foot in a small closet-like space. There was a crack of light from one wall and she could hear crickets, and could it be? Yes, a rooster of all things. She felt it was still night, which meant she’d only been out a couple hours. She listened carefully, her ear to the inside door, but there was nothing but silence. If her captor was near, he wasn’t saying anything. She rolled, taking stock of her surroundings and scratched herself on an exposed nail.
“s**t,” she whispered, feeling blood trickle down her arm.
She’d been bound with duct tape. An idea formed in her head and she maneuvered herself to scratch the tape on her wrists against the nail. It took a few minutes but she was finally fre
