ROBYN
I groaned from a severe headache and soreness in my neck until I remembered something had happened back at the house.
Spade. A sense of terror jolted me up. Something screeched under me, making my heart race.
Why am I stuck? What’s going on? I couldn’t move freely. Panic began to wash over me as things started to register and became clear to me now.
I was tied to a chair, and my wrists were tied behind me with something tight and strong. Zipties. The more I twisted them, the more it burned my skin.
“Help!” My voice muffled. I realized I was gagged, too, the reason why my jaw hurt.
Paranoia began to beat in my chest as I wiggled and struggled to free myself, but my ankles were also tied to the legs of the chair.
Tears welled in my eyes as the familiar scenario repeated its
