Jane POV
When I told my captor that I had a hunting knife, my plan was to scare him off. I did have one, which Sara got me weeks ago. The problem was that I didn’t carry it around. In fact, I'd left it in my closet at my husband’s house.
I never imagined that an abductor would force himself into the taxi with me and chloroformed me before I could scratch his face off. Neither did I ever think that a random taxi driver was specially sent to pick me up from the bus terminal.
I had never been a violent person. Had never been in a fist fight in all of my adult life. But something had begun to change inside me these past few weeks. The rage within felt like a separate presence.
I couldn’t believe that I was sitting in this empty warehouse, bound and gagged. My chin ached badly, thanks to s
