CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
Melissa was sure that her kidnappers didn't expect the chloroform to fade fast, after all, she wasn't meant to be awake till she was chained in a cellar. She tested the bondings on her wrist and winced when the rope tightened and abraded her skin. She struggled to not wiggle around and failed woefully, because as soon as she thought about not moving, an itch formed behind her knee and she became stone still, silently begging the itch to dissipate ad quickly as it had appeared.
She decided to take her mind off the discomfort on her skin and focus on her surroundings. Her clothes were still a bit damp - it had been drizzling when she was taken and she didn't have an umbrella with her, but from the heavy pitter patters on the roof of the car and the whooshing in the air,
