Turk undid the cuffs around her wrists but he held on to one wrist and held the knife in the other. The girl shrugged her blouse off of her one shoulder. The tears were flowing again, as she realized her ordeal was to be prolonged, off site, where this man could do anything he wanted. The urge to resist welled up in her. This was probably her last chance. If she could just shove him aside she might be able to pull off the gag and yell and scream for help. But then what? He had that knife. He could kill her and run out the door. He could cut up her face like he said. She was sure that if she failed in her attempt to make enough noise to wake up the Wilkersons down stairs, there would be severe retribution, especially when they got to where they were going. So, having rejected resistance, He
