I try to scream, but the large hand is plastered on my mouth, and I can't pry it off. I start to kick and throw my body against him, frantic to get free.
"Shh!" he hisses. "It's Hank. You have to be quiet."
He's not comforting me with that bit of information. I want his hand off my mouth, immediately. I'm not exactly a Fifty Shades of Grey kind of girl. If someone is going to spank me, I'm going knock his head off. Or worse.
"You have to be quiet," he repeats in a whisper. "They're just outside. We got to haul ass before they find us."
He's starting to make sense. I peel his fingers off my mouth. "The kidnappers?" I whisper.
He nods. "I figure we have about one minute."
Hank hands me a dress. "What's this?"
"I bought it for you today. Put it on. We're leaving through the window."
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