“Bad girl, naughty girl. You take limo tomorrow. No fool around.”
Janice’s head began to whirl. She had not connected the disembodied phone messages or the tiny, almost comical man who had stood by the limousine for the past two mornings with this invasion of her home, with her torture by this hulk of a man. But like lightening, she understood and her blood ran cold.
The man left Janice still tied on her bed. When she heard her apartment door close, she began to struggle to liberate herself. It took the better part of an hour, but she was finally able to get her hands free. After she had removed the tape from the rest of her body, she crawled into a ball on her bed and cried.
As she lay there, she began to try and understand the evening’s events. What is going on? she thought to herself
