CHAPTER NINE
The door slammed shut as Hank shoved Francie in and across the room. When she heard the key being turned from the outside by Hank, she knew she was being locked in. Her hands rose up and began beating against the dark panels. It was a futile attempt, she soon realized. Just as her screaming commands went unheeded, no one would make any effort on their behalf even if they heard her pounding. Francie was a prisoner like Christy, to do with as they pleased.
Her skin crawled when she thought of the little monster touching her. The nearness of his foul-smelling breath almost made her gag. What was he doing to her? Did he go back to Christy to do something vile to her, she wondered, choking back her free flowing saliva. When the ugly man pulled them apart in the other room, Franci
