Chapter Four
Hemp Dance
Jessica jumped slightly on the floor, the chains that held her to the post rattling, as the door to the stable room suddenly opened. As soon as he entered, she could see that there was something different about their captor. Where his movements had always seemed so calm, self-assured, and measured before, there was a difference to his pace now. He seemed to be nervous, almost frenzied, as he entered the room and came to stand over her. She looked up into his dark eyes, narrow behind the ski mask that covered the rest of his features.
Officer Marlow. It felt strange to have a name for her captor now. She had no idea how long she had been under his control, but it had almost come to seem natural not to know his name. Attaching a name to him now almost seemed wrong
