I opened one eye cautiously. I could see nothing that frightened me so I opened my other eye.
I was in a small room. It was dark and I could see nothing. I could not move, for I was chained to something.
Where am I, I thought. Who am I? I didn't know. I tried to think, but my brain was like a big empty space.
Something touched the back of my head. I reached up with my free hand and grabbed the mysterious object. I screamed and the spider scurried out of my hand.
My eyes were adjusting to the light. I was beginning to see the faint outline of the room. My left hand was chained to the wall.
The door opened on the far side of the room, showing a brilliance so bright that I had to shut my eyes. It was gone almost instantly.
A figure walked toward me. Slowly. Silently. I could feel the fear welling up inside of me. I wanted to scream and yell for help. This person was dangerous. I could feel it. A cloth was put over my face. Chloroform, I thought struggling not to breathe. The last sound I heard was a voice saying,"Solitary confinement."
When I awoke, I noticed the change in my surroundings immediately. I was in a brightly lit room, a little larger than the cold, damp cell. The air was chilly. Probably because there was no vent for heat to come in from. There was a small window in the wall across from the bed.
I wondered where I was. This......this place was such a contrast to the cell. I shivered and noticed for the first time that I was not dressed appropriately for the cold room. I was wearing short shorts and a halter top.
I wasn't chained to anything, so I reached up to hold my throbbing head. My hair was in a bun. I pulled at it until a mass of blonde hair came cascading down my shoulders.
I mentally told myself to focus and think. You have to know who you are, I told myself. Because if you don't, then who does?
"I swear, TC! I didn't leave her alone for more than 2 seconds!" Russ Granger said defensively. He didn't know what his lieutenant's problem was, but his partner had just disappeared so he deserved to be cut some slack.
"Listen, Granger, I'm not blaming you," Terry Callaway responded, rubbing his temples. "I'm just saying that she was abducted when you weren't waiting for her where you were supposed to be."
Russ sighed. He knew that TC didn't know the whole story. If TC did know the whole story, Russ would be transferred from a pot of warm water to a pot of steaming hot water,
"Russ, you have to understa-" A knock at the door interrupted what TC was going to say. Cory poked her head in.
"We found Monica's car." That was all she had to say. TC and Russ knocked their chairs over in the process of racing out the door to follow Cory.
Monica's car was parked in an airport parking lot. TC was discouraged as he walked back to the squad car. A forensics team was dusting the car for prints, but TC was sure the only prints that would be found would be Harper's. He felt bad about coming down so hard on Granger, but someone had to be blamed. TC knew that person was him, but he didn't want all his subordinates knowing that.
I was in a small room. It was dark and I could see nothing. I could not move, for I was chained to something.
Where am I, I thought. Who am I? I didn't know. I tried to think, but my brain was like a big empty space.
Something touched the back of my head. I reached up with my free hand and grabbed the mysterious object. I screamed and the spider scurried out of my hand.
My eyes were adjusting to the light. I was beginning to see the faint outline of the room. My left hand was chained to the wall.
The door opened on the far side of the room, showing a brilliance so bright that I had to shut my eyes. It was gone almost instantly.
A figure walked toward me. Slowly. Silently. I could feel the fear welling up inside of me. I wanted to scream and yell for help. This person was dangerous. I could feel it. A cloth was put over my face. Chloroform, I thought struggling not to breathe. The last sound I heard was a voice saying,"Solitary confinement."
When I awoke, I noticed the change in my surroundings immediately. I was in a brightly lit room, a little larger than the cold, damp cell. The air was chilly. Probably because there was no vent for heat to come in from. There was a small window in the wall across from the bed.
I wondered where I was. This......this place was such a contrast to the cell. I shivered and noticed for the first time that I was not dressed appropriately for the cold room. I was wearing short shorts and a halter top.
I wasn't chained to anything, so I reached up to hold my throbbing head. My hair was in a bun. I pulled at it until a mass of blonde hair came cascading down my shoulders.
I mentally told myself to focus and think. You have to know who you are, I told myself. Because if you don't, then who does?
"I swear, TC! I didn't leave her alone for more than 2 seconds!" Russ Granger said defensively. He didn't know what his lieutenant's problem was, but his partner had just disappeared so he deserved to be cut some slack.
"Listen, Granger, I'm not blaming you," Terry Callaway responded, rubbing his temples. "I'm just saying that she was abducted when you weren't waiting for her where you were supposed to be."
Russ sighed. He knew that TC didn't know the whole story. If TC did know the whole story, Russ would be transferred from a pot of warm water to a pot of steaming hot water,
"Russ, you have to understa-" A knock at the door interrupted what TC was going to say. Cory poked her head in.
"We found Monica's car." That was all she had to say. TC and Russ knocked their chairs over in the process of racing out the door to follow Cory.
Monica's car was parked in an airport parking lot. TC was discouraged as he walked back to the squad car. A forensics team was dusting the car for prints, but TC was sure the only prints that would be found would be Harper's. He felt bad about coming down so hard on Granger, but someone had to be blamed. TC knew that person was him, but he didn't want all his subordinates knowing that.