Chapter 39
Moana’s POV
The fall knocked the breath clean out of me, like my lungs were slapped empty. My shoulder screamed first, then my ribs, then my head caught up with the pain and everything blurred.
I was still wrapped in nylon tightly and suffocating. It burned my skin where it cut into me, sticky with sweat and fear. I tried to move, tried to scream, but my mouth only let out a broken sound.
The man who had been carrying me cursed under his breath.
“Shit.”
For one mad second, hope flared in my chest. Tiny and stupid. But I hope all the same. He bent over me, and I flinched, already bracing for a kick, a punch, something worse even though I knew it won't be possible with the nylon I was wrapped in.
Instead, he started loosening the nylon.
My heart slammed so hard I thought i
