Even though I thought it was the beginning, what happened next would keep Hank further away from me than any flimsy shield I could throw up. * * * * * Now, I’m sitting curled under a sink in a filthy hotel, gagged and handcuffed to the drainpipe. I hurt, everywhere. I’d never hurt so much, my body hurts, my face hurts, my heart hurts. Everything hurts. I hurt but I wasn’t scared. Bil y’s gone; the men took him away. I don’t know who they were, I don’t know where they were going and I don’t care. Someone would find me, the maid (if they had one in this fucking place) or the manager when we don’t check out. I just have to wait. I wasn’t going to die cuffed to a sink. Though, it was debatable if something important, something deep inside me, something precious, hadn’t already died. * * * * * Bil y kidnapped me. There was no other way to put it. It wasn’t an easy kidnapping for him; I fought it. It was violent, it was destructive and it was ugly. After I opened the door and the smile died on my face, he surged into Hank’s living room, hands on me.
