He pulled my legs out of the van.
“Get out.”
I did, but he pushed me right to the ground.
“You know where the barn is. You’d better be in there by the time I come out of the house, or I’ll drag you across the desert for a while. So get crawling.”
Slowly I inched my way towards the open door. I tried my best, hoping to find something in there to help me escape. I was about five feet from the work bench when he arrived.
He dragged me over in the corner and hooked a winch cable to the ankle chain. It pulled me up high off the floor, leaving the steel cuffs to cut into my flesh. When I looked down there was a vat of water below me.
“N – n – n – n….”
I knew what he was going to do. He’d lower me down until my head was below the surface and I’d have to struggle to pull my head out. It w
