Chapter 36
No air. Even with the windows down, the hot wind that circulated into the back seat of the Mustang didn’t seem to contain any oxygen. Annie started to yawn, and then winced from the renewed pain in her bruised jaw. Was it normal to feel so drowsy when you’d been abducted, or was it the result of too much drama in one day? Or perhaps it was true that she didn’t have enough instinctive survival responses to combat even the drowsy effect of the stifling heat. She wondered what her captors would say if they turned around to find her asleep across the sweaty vinyl seat. Probably tell her off for bad victim etiquette. A few minutes later, she found out, when the man named Cruise decided to test out whether a seatbelt buckle really could be used as a branding iron. Annie yelped and je
