Macy winced as a sharp ache stabbed at her arms from how long she had been sitting on the floor. She had been in that same awkward position for over an hour now, and it didn’t look like she would be getting free of her bindings any time soon.
She had been moved from the side of the road into a room, blindfolded of course. The man from earlier had shoved her into a room, made sure she was sitting on the floor and left unceremoniously. That had been a while ago.
Macy swallowed, her throat almost as dry as sandpaper. She was so thirsty, and hungry. Because she tended to have a queasy stomach in the mornings she had only eaten a granola bar before leaving.
They had planned to go out for brunch after registering their marriage at the court, but unfortunately that hadn’t been able to happen
