“Where are we?” Not as Sam imagined it did him much good to know, but neither would it hurt. This place…Broken windows. Rusting metalwork. Mostly empty shelves. Some abandoned warehouse. Sam struggled but the chains binding him tightened. He hung in mid-air, or at least high enough he had no chance of putting a foot on the ground. The weight on his shoulders already made his muscles burn. The human body wasn’t designed to hang like this. If forced to do so for extended periods it might cause real harm—cut off circulation, tear ligaments.
“Not as far from your home as I’d like, but far enough. It’ll take them time to find you.”
Not far. Maybe knowing did something after all: gave him hope. The single abandoned building anywhere in the area resembling a warehouse was an old dairy. If the p
