Katie rolled her head to the side. The boy’s moaning had penetrated her consciousness. She lay still letting her eyes adjust. Thank God, he’s still alive. I’m still alive. She needed to free her hands, wrists raw and bleeding. She turned sideways, ribs hurting like hell. Slowly maneuvered into a sitting position. Bending from the waist she leaned toward her feet. Felt for a loose end of the duct tape and unwound it. Her heart leaped for joy when her ankles were freed. Bounced her legs to restore circulation. Crawling on her knees she swept her hands in front across the floor. At the door she disturbed something that scraped the cement. It felt like a headlamp. Located the switch and turned it on. Thank you. I can see.
Katie stood, moving the beam to illuminate and explore the room
