Chapter Three
The Crimson Domain
Darkness, and light.
Light, glaring from above and from below, Carrie felt as if she was on a stage, a grotesque display for her captors and that the next few minutes would be significant for her time in captivity. Standing bare chested in the grubby remains of her designer clothes, stripped of jewelry and accessories, she could not see who inspected her, but she knew that they were there in the darkness, beyond the white light.
Where was she?
That was the question that crowded her thoughts between moments of intense terror and dread. Hours in a van with the women who had been picked before the busses and the other victims had been sent over the precipice to their doom. Blindfolded and helpless, pushed and directed. Pawed and molested by the bandanaed
