CHAPTER NINETEEN
Brooke Taylor opened her eyes slowly. The last thing she remembered was the man at the door. A delivery mans. Brooke had been slicing an apple as she had answered it. There had been no time to react, and the door had been rammed open just as she turned the handle. She had taken the brunt of the full force and had been thrown against the wall from the impact. A metallic thumping sound had rung in her ears as she had lost consciousness.
Brooke had slipped away into darkness. Now she had woken up in darkness. She looked around, but there was no light to even make anything out. Her head throbbed from where the door had made contact. Brooke tried to raise a hand but found she was unable to move.
A sudden fear came over her. She was tied onto something. Her arms, legs and mid
