CHAPTER 27
COLD. SO COLD. No matter what I did, I couldn’t get warm. I’d tried pacing, curling up under the blanket, and even aerobics, but the sheer hopelessness of the situation made me burst into tears. I didn’t have the energy to move, anyway. All they’d brought me was a jug of water and a single cheese sandwich. They didn’t even use butter.
The moon was dropping, and I watched the shadows creeping across the floor, the dawn of another day in hell.
Then footsteps sounded on the stairs again.
Please, don’t let it be that weird freak from yesterday, the one who told me I must be a prostitute because I’d happened to have really bad taste in hotels.
It wasn’t.
It was worse.
The door swung open and a ferrety man swaggered in. He rested his hands on his knees as he crouched in front o
