Chapter 9

Elise leaned her back against the rough interior wall of the small cabin belonging to Mike.  The gang was once again arguing over their nervousness of being out of familiar territory and at the mercy of someone at least half of them did not fully trust.

They removed the gag from her mouth, fed her poorly seasoned rabbit stew with stale bread and bitter coffee, and allowed her to freshen up under the watchful eye of Mike’s work worn wife, Sara.  Other than Sara, she still had not seen the faces of her captors.  In truth, she did not try. More than once the perils that awaited her if she tried to sneak a peek at them were stressed. She took them fully at their word and did not argue when Sara roughly secured the blindfold in its place after she washed up.  Elise was just grateful the filthy rag was no longer stuffed in her mouth and her wrists were only loosely bound by the rough hemp rope to avoid worsening rawness of the already severe rope burns.

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