Chapter Nine
Dinner Date
Jessica walked across the room with her captor, boot soles scuffing on the concrete floor, his grip firm on her arm. She was weary to the bone, and her wrists ached as she tugged unconsciously at their tight cuffs, but she couldn’t help but feel good about the promise of food to come. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation of the meal. She couldn’t remember how long it had been since she’d last eaten. She worried about the events of the last hour or so, and the use to which he would put the videotape, but what else could she have done? If she had resisted, it would only have led to more pain and torture. Better to play his game, follow his sick rules, and hope for an opening.
“You’re not allergic to anything specific, are you?” he asked her as they approached a hea
