Page 15 of Inevitable
I was hungry, but I was a curvy woman. I wasn’t exactly skin and bones from not eating.
However, I was on day three with very little water, and I was feeling it.
My brain didn’t want to acknowledge that I could die in this filthy prison, but I was also realistic.
A person could only go three days without water before the internal organs started to shut down.
Don’t give up, Emma.
There had to be tons of people looking for me.
As long as I was conscious, I could still be hopeful, right?
I’d been working hard to try to figure out a way to get the shackle around my wrist loose, but I didn’t have a single tool towork with, and there wasn’t even a tiny weakness in the solid steel.
I’d also gone through every link on the chain that was attached to that shackle. That sucker wasn’t coming apart without tools to cut it.
I startled as I heard the heavy metal door open.
I hadn’t seen my captors at all today, and my heart started to race.
We’re they coming in to kill me because I wasn’t useful to them?
God, I hated the fact that I couldn’t seem to control my fear anymore.
My entire body tensed up as the door opened noisily.
I blinked as my eyes tried to adjust to being exposed to more light.
“We brought you some company,” one of my captors said in heavily accented English.
Like me, the male figure I could make out had a shackle and chain attached to his left wrist, and he was pushed into the room with a force that propelled him toward the same support that held me prisoner.
I couldn’t quite make out the man’s facial features, and before I could take a better look after my vision cleared, the man was behind me. I could hear him being attached to the same support beam that I was.
A moment later, the door was closed and locked.
“Emma? Are you okay?” the man asked as he dropped to the ground beside me.
Oh, God.
That voice.
I knew it, and it certainly wasn’t Nick or some random stranger.
“Colin?” I said weakly.
The tiny window gave me very little light, but I could see the large outline of the body sitting next to me.
I couldn’t see any of his facial details, but his voice sounded exactly the same.
I wondered for a moment if I was hallucinating in my dehydrated state.
How was it possible that the man I’d spent time with fourteen years ago in Virginia Beach washere.
In Lania.
And now being held captive with me.
