When Joey awoke, she found herself lying on the ground inside a dilapidated factory.
Her hands and feet were bound, and her mouth was sealed with duct tape.
A short distance away, two men sat.
Their features were obscured, making it impossible for Joey to discern their identities.
It was at this moment that she realized she had been kidn*pped.
She needed to stay calm and figure out a way to call the police.
One of the kidnappers grabbed her phone and dialed a number.
Joey's heart tightened.
Muffled protests of "no" escaped her sealed lips.
The last thing she wanted was for them to contact her father, whose recently recovered heart would not withstand the shock of her a*******n.
Struggling to approach, she heard Frederic's raspy voice on the phone. "Joey, what's wrong?"
Before Jo
