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comfortable?”
    Etty
screamed through her nose, and squirmed to release her hands. She
bashed up against the door, and screwed her shoulder into the door
handle trying to release it.
    “Settle
down now. You’re not getting out, and you won’t get
hurt as long as you relax.” Bart twisted the radio knob to a
country station. They bounced along, avoiding Hanover center on side
roads.
    Etty
glared at him above the silver tape on her mouth. Kidnapped! How
could this be? Who was Leeson?
    He
talked mercilessly, on and on about how she should feel proud to
have the head of all security sent up to personally escort her to
Global, about his track record as an ace security agent, and about
other personal exploits. Etty drowned him out with panicked
fantasies of her fate, unable to satisfy her need for air through
her nostrils. Bart noticed her wide open eyes.
    “Oooh.
You look scared. Hey, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m
just taking you to Texas. You’ll be fine, just fine.”
Her breathing intensified, forcing mucus to drip across the tape and
onto her chin. Bart pulled a handkerchief from a pocket and reached
to wipe it clean. Etty jerked away her head with a loud grunt.
“Suit yourself, Ma’am. You’d think a pretty girl
like you wouldn’t want a bunch of snot on her chin.”
    Etty
kicked her left leg up around the stick shift, and pounded her heel
into Bart’s thigh. He grabbed her ankle and shoved it back.
“Ouch! You little shit!”
    He
snatched a small black case from a breast pocket, and flipped it
open to expose a loaded syringe. “I was going to wait for
this so we could get to know each other a little better.” He
plunged it into her upper arm. “But, I can see we’re
not getting along. That’ll cool you down.”
    Etty
felt a warm flood rushing through her chest. She managed a last
scowl before her eyes rolled back and she fell unconscious.
    Bart
studied her pleasant figure, now able to look freely up and down her
body. He noticed her odd watch, and quickly turned the jeep around
with an idea.

    - Chapter Six -

    Etty’s
head pounded so badly, she did not dare open her eyes. It felt like
an anvil was balancing on her temple. She lay as still as possible
on the hard bed. She tried to dig facts out of the blur. ‘Stopped
my car. Global Growers. Tied up. Injection. Drugged. Oh, please
stop pounding.’
    She
cracked her lids apart and tried delicately to scan the room.
White. Everything white. Bright. Head splitting. A white shelf.
A door. Cabinets. No door handle, just a lock. Looking around, no
windows. Florescent lights. Looks like a hospital room.
    Slowly
she edged her legs over the side of the bed and propped her self up.
Sitting up created a waterfall of pain, causing her to bow her head
slightly with her eyes closed, waiting for it to pass. Again she
peeked through a thin slit between her eye lids. No chairs. A
small sink. A toilet in the corner. The bed attached to the wall.
A cell. She was locked in some kind of prison.
    She
wanted to scream out, jump off the bed, pound on the door, but she
couldn’t move from the ledge. Just sit. Need time to
recover, she thought.
    She
finally opened her eyes half way. She looked down at herself.
Bruises on her thighs. Small round blue spots. She touched one,
painful. She wore a front only gown, and realized her bottom and
back were naked. She reached around behind her, and felt more
sensitive spots. Probably ten places. What were they? What have
they done to me? How did they get me here? Who undressed me?
    The
horror of her situation finally seeped through the haze.
Uncontrollably, she began to cry. Etty was not a crying type. She
prided herself in staying in command of her emotions, but now the
tears flowed freely. She wanted to stop, wanted to get up and do
something, but couldn’t. Her head bobbed slightly, and soft
whimpers escaped her lips.
    Then
she thought the unthinkable. Did they? Here she was, virtually
naked, having been totally knocked out