CHAPTER EIGHT
The two young girls stared at each other in disbelief as the door slammed shut on them and the lock snapped loudly. They beat on the door and walls, but their pleas to be released went unheeded. Christy paced the small room, wringing her hands and desperately trying to make sense out of what had happened to them. When she sat down on the edge of the bed, Francie stood up and began pacing.
Meals were brought to them at regular intervals by Hank, but he only smiled and refused to speak when they shot questions at him about why they were being held captive. They both shrunk back with revulsion when they saw his eyes undress them and caress their most intimate parts.
They talked until they began going in circles, both at a complete loss to understand what this was all about. A
