CATALINA
My head throbbed.
Hands still tied behind my back. Ankles still bound.
Duct tape burning my mouth to prevent me from saying more annoying words to Pablo.
I began thinking of ways to die…
Starvation…
Dehydration…
Cutting my wrists and bleeding to death…
Anything to kill Pablo's silly dream of having me.
He was across the room, plotting something with his right hand man.
I tested the ropes again. Nothing. Just the cruel friction cutting into my skin. My shoulders ached. My jaw ached from the slap. My heart ached worst of all.
I couldn't help but think about Miguel. Did he have a good reason for leaving me here? It seemed odd that Miguel would abandon me. Maybe he had a plan….he may have lied to me about his marital status but did he lie about his feelings for me? We were
