I felt someone connect a chain to my wrist chains and hook it to the floor of the vehicle. The truck lurched and jolted over the road. I almost fell over a few times but the chains painfully prevented that from happening. I could hear traffic moving on either side of our vehicle and the other occupants talking in Thai.
I wondered if Ken was on board this vehicle too or was he still at the airport wondering about me. He might have been killed by these people and now they were going to take me and use me in a state run w***e house or something. "Calm the f**k down you stupid b***h," came my mother's voice out of my inner mind. Hers was always the "voice of reason" when I let my imagination run away.
After what seemed like hours we came to a stop. The chain holding me in place was unhooked
