TWENTY
Gale felt the hard, damp slab beneath her body. Her head was throbbing, and her eyes felt like lead as she slowly opened them to focus on her surroundings. She realized her hands and feet were tied down to what felt like an altar. The room was dark and musty, and it smelled of mildew and incense. She began to struggle out of her restraints but stopped when she heard a door open to her left.
Gale watched the hooded figure move closer toward her. “Who are you, and what are you going to do with me? My friends are on their way. There is no way you’re going to get away with this.”
“Would you be quiet? Man, you just don’t know when to shut up.” Pulling the hood off her head, Brigitte revealed her face. “Do you want them to hear that you’re awake?”
“What the hell are you doing here? I
