Chapter Two
Cheryl’s New Home
Cheryl was awake when Turk abandoned her at the Marlymore Shopping Center in East Baltimore. Her head was fuzzy and she was cramped. She had sensed the box being offloaded from the van and wheeled a short distance. She did not hear the light tap on the box that Turk made due to the box’s construction. After all, it was designed to suppress noise. She was uncomfortable indeed. She had a gag almost down her throat, stuffing her mouth. Her arms were bound tightly behind her and she was crouched down in an agonizing position. “Where was he taking her?” she thought. “What was happening to her?”
Now that the drug was wearing off, Cheryl’s senses had come alive. Waves of misery swept over her. Confined closely in her small, black prison, she began to sob uncontrol
