Jessica screamed at the top of her lungs, “You’re insane! Stop! No! Please, Tommy,” as her captor dragged her toward the fierce machine.
“I’ll call ya flour after I’s put ya through the mill.” Tommy cackled as he hauled her across the floor. She doubled over and dug her bare feet into the sawdust to make it harder for him to drag her.
He’d almost toppled her onto a conveyer belt when the overhead lights died a slow death. She crouched on the floor, trembling.
Tommy yelled, “What the hell!” just as the machinery whizzed to a gentle whorl and then fell silent. Tommy’s groping hands were dangerously close to Jessica’s head, but she didn’t dare move or he’d find her for sure.
She listened to the equipment winding down and hoped the person who’d stopped it was there to help her. She wanted
