Chapter 58
Chapter 58 TERROR! Primal, frantic, unadulterated terror charged through Ellen’s body as she slowly returned to consciousness. She was in hell. The darkness was complete. Jammed into a tiny box, she was curled up in a tight ball with no space to move any part of her body. Legs bent, arms folded, back painfully constricted, head tucked forward in a somersault position; forced into a tiny space half her size, like some performing contortionist. Panic! She couldn’t see. Her face was burning from Ryan’s bashing. Every muscle in her body screamed in protest at the forced tension and torsion. The air was hot and stuffy; she felt she was suffocating, like there was no oxygen to breathe. The gag was tight around her mouth, and her nose filled with snot and fluid from the trauma. She snorted an
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