Even in this sleepy twilight, she said a prayer this was nothing more than a terrible nightmare. But the blindfold was still in place, quickly disabusing her of that faint hope. The skin of her face was pinched and her mouth was covered now. Someone clearly didn’t approve of her screaming for help. She could just picture herself with a stripe of silver duct tape across her mouth. Unbidden, her brother’s face came to mind. Growing up he must have threatened her a dozen times – in the way only big brothers are allowed – to tape her mouth shut. Would she ever see Brevo again? Why not just kill her and be done with it already? Other changes in her surroundings sank in as her brain started to function better. The chair was gone. She was on her side with some sort of rough fabric between her and a hard, lumpy surface. A wool blanket maybe? She raised her head and connected with another hard surface.
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