Chapter FourDebbie Cantor woke up to find herself hogtied, her wrists and ankles bound together behind her back. She remembered being injected with morphine to render her unconscious. It was now that she felt the unbearable heat and the burning of her wrists from the tightly knotted ropes. She sensed that she was in a metal container, and began rolling around to reach a wall and get her bearings. If she could find a durable sharp object it would be enough to give her a fighting chance.
She adjusted her vision to the blackness, beams of light streaming in from apertures in the container. She made it to a side wall and rolled so that her shoulders were against it. The metal was hot and burned her bare arms. Her legs were soggy from the sweat-drenched fatigues that encased her lower torso, t
