Caged In

Chapter 32

Wendy found herself locked, in a rough cage secured with a padlock.

The big Irishman had grabbed her roughly, gagged her mouth, bound her feet and arms and had transported her over to this place in a van.

The Irishman was standing there, staring at her, with a stupid grin on his crooked lips.

Once her mouth was free, like a dam bursting forth Wendy’s anger burst forth in a verbal torrent:

“You, let me outa here fellow, Hey! Hey–you I’m talking to you– You big–dumb jerk. I’m warning you– You won’t like it when my man comes for me.” Wendy was surprised by her own anger.

“Your husband is dead, you dumb b***h,” the Irish giant sneered getting even with her.

Wendy did not believe him. She was no longer gagged or bound, but she was in a cage now, like a caged animal and that really infuriated her.

“He’s not my hu