Suddenly, flashes of the attack and accident bombard me, sending icy chills of terror through my body. The realization that I’ve been taken is still hitting when I start to struggle.
The restraints around my wrists dig into my skin, drawing a whimper from me.
Looking up, I stare at the shackles secured to the chain. My feet are barely able to touch the ground, my shoulders already aching from however long I’ve been stuck in this position.
Abbie!
Wildly I glance around me, but I see only the man who doesn’t seem bothered by me as he rips my handbag apart, a bucket, and something that looks like a workbench or shelf.
My eyes dart toward the opening, and I see a train.
Am I being held at some kind of train facility?
Just as I think the thoughts, the man’s eyes flick to me, then he stalks closer.
When he yanks off my high heels, I shout, “Don’t fucking touch me!”
I start to struggle in earnest as he pats my legs, and I try to knee the fucker. He dodges my poor attempt, and as his hands settle on my hips, I wiggle like I have a million fire ants crawling over my skin.
“Get your hands off me,” I growl, panic flooding my veins.
Still unbothered by my attempts to stop him, he grabs my shirt and rips it open.
The phone.
Shit.
He rips the device from between my breasts, drops it to the floor, and crushes it beneath his boot.
Misha.
Intense relief ripples through me, knowing he has my location and might already be on his way to save me.
He’ll find me.
Keep calm.
Where’s Abbie?
“My friend,” I say as the man walks back to the camera. “Where is she?”
What happened to Elio and the other guards?
“Hey,” I shout. “Where’s my friend and the people I was with?”
“Dead,” he mutters before he walks to the edge of the container, jumping to the gravel below.
Dead.
It takes a minute before the word sinks in like a ten-ton stone.
Abbie’s dead?
I gasp, and my face instantly crumbles, but no tears fall. I’m too shocked for tears.
No.
A cry bursts from me, and I yank at the chains like a mad woman.