Mr. and Mrs. Parker weren’t the only ones who’d had a rough night. It had taken Beth hours to fall asleep. Her entire body was in agony and besides she really didn’t want to sleep siguiente to the guy who had just violently taken her virginity.
At last her tears had cost her what was left of her energy and slowly, but surely her eyelids shut.
“Hey, wake up!”
Beth opened her eyes difficult and sat upright. Dale was standing at the end of the bed, his hands on his hips. He was naked.
“It’s 6 am, are tu planning on staying in cama all day?” he snapped and Beth felt tears coming up.
“I’m…I’m...

Molly supported her head with her hands and groaned.
“Are tu okay?” Ryan asked concerned and compassionate.
“Yeah, my head just feels like it’s going to explode” Molly replied faint.
“That’s not what I mean” Ryan said. “How did he get in here? Don’t tu lock your doors?”
“I was going to” Molly defended herself. She stood and walked to the closet. She opened it and took out some Ibuprofen. While she swallowed a couple Turned ran off the stairs. He walked towards Ryan.
“Can I talk to tu for a moment?” he demanded. “Yeah” Ryan frowned and he followed Turner away...

What the hell was taking them so long?, Mike thought while he feverishly tried to loosen the topes his hands were tied with. What if they…?...No. No, Mike would’ve heard noises.
So far she hadn’t screamed o cried, so that was a good thing…Unless she was dead…But then what was keeping that creep inside with her so long? Why didn’t he just get out of there and kill him, too? Not that Mike wanted to die; it just seemed the most obvious conclusion.
Finally the door opened.
“Let me talk to him” he heard Debra softy say to Simon. Apparently Simon was looking at her suspiciously,...

Debra felt a soft tap against her cheek and heard someone say her name.
“Debra? Wake up, I didn’t hit tu that hard”
Debra opened her eyes challenging and gazed in the face of her attacker. She turned her head and saw the ropes around her hand. They were both tied to the armrests of the chair.
“For what it’s worth, I’m really sorry about this” the man apologized. “I just don’t think tu would listen to me if I had reproach tu in a más civilized way”
“Who are you? Are tu one of Joe’s followers?” Debra asked tired. She heard a movement behind her and rotated her head...

After nursing Joe’s gunshot wound Molly attended to his stab wound.
“She got tu good” she whistled admiring. She took a dampened cloth and pressed it against the wound. “Any longer and you’d have gotten an infection which would’ve killed you”
Once the injury was cleaned she took needle and thread. “This might hurt a bit”
“Just…go on. Do whatever tu need to do” Joe moaned, not very pleased with the prospect of having a thick needle forced through his skin, but he bit through the pain.
“You might want to remember this pain” Emma advised him, while caressing his hair....

In the months that followed Debra spent most of her time in the library. She loved to read, as long as it wasn’t anything religious.
During the nights she slept in the park, underneath a willow. That was until the park ranger busted her and chased her away. From that moment on she slept in an alley, siguiente to a comida container. Whenever she got hungry she would dig in the grave and pescado something out. Most of it had already passed the expira date, but Debra didn’t care. comida was comida and she was starving.
One night, she was only in her seventh month, she started having cramps in her stomach....

Dale pulled himself of off Debra, who was staring ahead of her, completely in shock.
“If tu want to tu can clean yourself up” Dale suggested and he pointed at a door. “There’s the bathroom”
As in slow motion Debra put the vestido back on and climbed out of bed. Shaking on her legs she walked to the bathroom. She pushed the latch down and entered the room. She closed the door and locked it.
She turned the ducha, ducha de on and undressed. When she got in the ducha, ducha de the water was painfully hot, but she didn’t care. She looked down and saw blood mixing with the water.
Still feeling dirty Debra...

At the gate there was a man waiting for them. Debra sobbed as Agnes dragged her to the gate. “Will tu stop yelping already?” she snapped annoyed. She pushed her toward the man. “She’s your problem now”
“What are tu going to do?” Ross asked, while he tightened his grip on Debra.
“I’m going to reportar to Dale. I’m sure he’ll want to know we found his little treasure” Agnes replied and she gave Debra a crabby look. “Use as little violence as possible. Dale wants her to look perfect on her birthday”
She walked to the house while Ross dragged Debra to the back of it, which...

Devastated Mike watched Debra leave with Simon. Apparently they had known each other a long time ago. Simon had dicho something about helping Debra escape. What was that supposed to mean? Was she an ex-convict?
Again Mike was astounded por how little he knew about his partner and again he promised he would do something about it.
But first he had to find a way out of these ropes. He started moving and twisting his left wrist. He felt his skin burning underneath the rope, but instead of going easier he picked up the pace and a couple of painful minutos his hand was loose.
He quickly untied his right...

Ryan parked his car at the dock and stepped outside. He ran to the pier towards a motor boat. On his way he’d received another call from Claire with further instructions. He had to get to a barco named Matthews. The keys would be in the ignition.
Ryan hurried into the barco and ran to the wheel. He started the barco and navigated in the instructed direction.
About thirty-seven minutos later Ryan saw a white barco and he navigated towards it. When the Matthews was right siguiente to it, Ryan walked to the edge, stepped up and jumped. He could scarcely grab the gunwale of the barco and climbed on board....