Chapter 3

The car ride had been so long that Sara had fallen asleep. She was jolted awake when the man pulled her out of the car suddenly. Her hands were still tied behind her back and as she tried to get a footing when she got pulled out of the car; she couldn't and fell to the ground.

She quickly got pulled to her feet and dragged into what looked like a motel room. She didn't know where she was but figured she wasn't in Las Vegas anymore.

When the door to the room opened she got pushed in and got pushed onto the bed. The car they were in pulled away and out of sight.

Sara lay on the bed with the man standing over her with the gun still in his hand. Sara just started saying, "Please don't hurt me. I will do anything you tell me to. Please."

The man walked up to her. "I'm not going to hurt you." he said as he laid the gun on the bedside table. Sara let out a sigh of relief. Her first thought was, "Good. He's not going to kill me."

The man put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. Sara immediately started worrying again. Her heart was pounding. He sensed how nervous she was. "Don't worry."

She started wondering why he kept telling her not to worry, when he had a gun to her head or a knife in his hand. It's hard not to worry.

"Sit up." he said now standing right beside the bed.

She did as she was told and sat up. Her body was shaking as she was waiting for him to stab her with the knife or cut her throat with it. Instead he took the knife and started cutting away at the duct tape that he had bound around her wrists.

Now noticing what he was doing. Sara asked confused, "What?"

The man gave another quiet laugh. "I told you I wasn't going to hurt you. Now, you're probably tired. You can have a shower if you want or you can just go to bed. Your choice."

Sara sat there confused. "I...I guess I'll have a shower."

While she was in the shower, she kept wondering to herself, "What's with this guy? He kidnaps me from my apartment then lets me be free here. It makes no sense." She finished her shower and got dressed back into the only clothes she had. "He couldn't have let me bring another outfit?" She walked out of the bathroom and back to where he was.

"Feeling better?" he said.

"Yes. Thanks." Sara said as she looked at the clock. It was 3:00 in the morning.

"You'd better get sleep. We leave for our final destination at 10:00. That gives you seven hours for your beauty rest.

Sara walked over to the bed. She was still uncertain whether she should trust the guy or not. He kept shifting his mood a lot. It worried her because she didn't know what he was trying to achieve in the end of all this.

Sara laid down cautiously. "There's just one thing I need to do." the man said pulling out more duct tape. "Just to make sure you don't run while I'm sleeping."

"It's okay. I won't. Please don't tie me up." Sara said trying to get him to trust her so she could run at night.

"I'm just can't seem to trust you after what you did to me back at your apartment." he said a little more sternly. He grabbed one of her wrists and tied it to the bedposts.

"Please. Look. I didn't know what you were doing. Please." Sara said almost crying now. All hopes of her being able to escape went down the tubes as the man moved over and started tying her other hand to the other bedpost so that her arms were raised above her head.

"Sleep tight." he said as he walked away and turned off the lights and climbed into his bed.