John Thrower

Who brought her here? Why was she tied up like this? Was this a kidnapping? For what? Money? A cold sweat broke over her as she thought of the other possible motives…revenge or sex. The wild beats of the heart were suffocating her. She knew she had to calm down. Whatever the motive, she was at the mercy of her captors now. She had to think of a way out of here. She looked around to find herself lying on a mattress that covered the entire room. The walls and ceiling appeared freshly painted. There were two doors and a window – all shut. The