Fiona watched dispassionately as the man who’d snuck into their prison helped Julie into a long-sleeved shirt. Fiona didn’t move a muscle. It was obvious that the man had come for the slight woman and not for her. Even though Fiona hoped and prayed someone would find her, it hurt that he’d come for Julie and not her. She was a big girl; she’d survived everything they’d done to her so far, she’d survive this too.
All Fiona could do was look on helplessly. She wouldn’t cry, she wouldn’t beg. She thought about calling out to the man, but he was obviously trying to be quiet and last thing she wanted to do was alert the kidnappers of what was going on, that their latest slave was being rescued.
Fiona watched as the man turned away to give Julie some privacy to put on the pants he’d brought he
