Chapter Eight
She didn’t want to drink the water or eat the sandwich. She’d been forced to use the bucket because she’d had to pee so bad, and she was now sweating, because the thing about tin boxes was that they became hot boxes as the day heated up. She wanted fresh air and to get out of there.
“Hey, open the door!” she yelled. “I know you’re out there!” She pounded on what she knew was a cargo container, something likely on a flatbed for shipping. She didn’t have a clue how she had gotten in there.
She was still pounding, then heard the clang, and the door opened and the light spilled in, and so did a fresh breeze she immediately welcomed.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to gag you and tie you up,” he said. He reached for the pail and tossed the contents behind him, and she heard the
