CHAPTER 53
CAPTIVE
Lisa opened her eyes, feeling woozy and disoriented. Her head ached and her hands were tied behind her back. She was lying down on a hard surface. Jolts and bumps bruised her. She was in the back of a van.
She clenched her jaw, looked around the area and saw ropes and chains, a medicine box, blankets, packed syringes, and a bag of clothes. She winced every time they drove over a bump. She could tell they were moving rapidly. She could hear the whoosh and feel the force as the van careened through streets. Before the end of the drive, she’d no doubt be further bruised and battered. That was the least of her worries. Those syringes made her nervous. What was in them? She wondered if he planned to use those syringes on her. Was he going to torture her?
Lisa looked for a
