Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Nineteen The morning came too quickly. Lacie hadn’t slept. It was impossible as she lay there listening to the men upstairs, drinking and shouting at the TV as well as each other. The activity slowed until she assumed they were asleep. Silence was interrupted only by creaks of the building, and nature, scurrying, squeaks, insects, predators, rain on the plant life outside. Trying to identify the sounds whittled some of the time away. Still, she lay on the moldy mattress, blindfolded, gagged, restless but unable to move. The activity had begun again. Morning. Grumbling took the place of laughter and shouting. The footfalls were fewer. Most of her captors were morning people. Time meandered on and she became aware of pressure in her bladder. She hadn’t been offered food or water.
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