CHAPTER FOUR
The sun came into the room and hurt his eyes, and that woke him. He was lying on the bare floor and he was weak, stiff, and woefully uncomfortable. He felt lightheaded, unable to orient himself immediately. His hands were tied behind his back and when he shifted his jaws, the gag in his mouth felt dry and it was hurting him.
He remembered the hours he had spent with Jessie and he shivered. He was convinced that she was insane and her companions were insane, too. He wondered if he would ever get away alive from her and her friends.
His brain cleared and he sat up and remembered Gabrielle. He could still hear her screams in his head and when she had screamed herself out, he could remember and hear again the dry, horrid sobbing, the sharp meaty sounds as uncaring hips pounded
