Her muscles were tense, her right hip felt bruised—no doubt a side effect from sleeping on a stone slab—and her head pounded. She fumbled for her matches, lit two candles, and cringed when she saw the nearly empty bottle of wine on the floor. That it so repulsed her confirmed her suspicion that she had consumed far too much of it before she had fallen asleep. She drank nearly an entire flask of water and picked at the stale remains of her baguette, wondering when her captor would return. Surely it would not take long for him to get the funds he required. A dark thought began to fester in her mind. What if he had no intention of returning for her? The promise of so obviously corrupt a man could hardly be sincere, and she had no reason to believe his insistence that he had no desire to bring her to harm. She swallowed hard and blinked, wanting to hold at bay the tears she could feel once again pooling in her eyes. How foolish to have agreed to write the cheque!
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