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wouldn’t be able to reach unless she scaled the wall, and she didn’t think that was going to happen. Plus, she wasn’t sure her chest or hips would fit through the small space. Yeah, that would be the last thing she needed. Her body stuck with her butt left in the room for whoever had kidnapped her.
She shuddered at the thought.
Okay, new plan.
There was a door on the other side of the room, but she couldn’t tell if it was locked or not until she tried. But then, she didn’t know what was on the other side of it either.
She could do this. She’d just find a weapon and open the door and sneak out. Then she’d run for help.
Yes, that sounded like a plan.
In reality, all she wanted to do was hide in a corner, close her eyes, and wait for her body to wake up so she’d find herself at home in her bed, warm and toasty, preferably with Tyler wrapped around her.
Well, if she were dreaming, she might as well go all out, and that sounded like the best plan.
Tyler.
Maybe if someone noticed her missing, he’d come for her. She didn’t think he’d be the one to notice, but maybe one of his brothers would and tell him. He was the sheriff after all. But who would notice her missing? She’d told everyone she needed some time to pack and get ready to leave. It might be days before anyone noticed.
Oh, God.
She really was all alone.
Like the cat lady without the cats who everyone thought she was to begin with.
Well crap, it looked like she’d have to save herself.
A notion that didn’t sit well with her.
Okay, what was next on her list?
Oh, yeah, a weapon. She looked down at herself to see if she had anything on her she could use and froze.
Holy hell, that hadn’t been what she’d been wearing when she’d been attacked.
A shudder ran through her as her stomach revolted. She barely held her emotions in and bit her lip so she wouldn’t cry.
Someone had changed her. They’d seen her naked and touched her…and who knows what else?
Oh, God.
Why had she thought the first nightmare was the worse? No, it could get so, so much worse.
She wore a sensual crimson dress that fell to mid-thigh and hugged her curves. It had a heart neckline that only enhanced her cleavage and made her feel like a vixen.
At any other time, she might have enjoyed looking like a bombshell.
Now?
Abby wanted to throw up.
Why would someone put her in this? She looked down at her stiletto-encased feet and cursed. It had to have been a man. No woman would purposely wear these. She’d have to go barefoot because there was no way she could walk, let alone escape, in them.
Her hair was off her shoulders in an updo thing that surprised her. Who wanted her trussed up like this? Dear Lord, did the kidnapper want her dressed like a date before he killed her?
She really needed to stop reading romantic suspense because now horror stories from authors like Shiloh Walker were on her mind and a little too vivid for what she needed at the moment.
Quickly, she took off her shoes and padded on bare feet to the door on shaky legs. She had to do this. There was no use crying in a corner and wishing for things to be different. Even though that’s exactly want she wanted to do.
Abby held her breath and put her ear to the door, straining to hear anything on the other side.
Nothing.
That either meant the door was solid enough that she couldn’t hear the scariness on the other side, or she was alone. At least alone enough for her to try and open the door.
She could do this.
There really wasn’t another choice. She didn’t want to die today—or any day in the near future.
And all of this meant nothing if the door was locked. Steadying herself, she twisted the knob and bit her lip so she wouldn’t squeal out in glee when it turned.
Unlocked.
Small favors, right?
She slowly cracked open the door and looked through. There was only an empty hallway that led to another door, dimly lit with a bare bulb.
Okay, could this get any more
She shuddered at the thought.
Okay, new plan.
There was a door on the other side of the room, but she couldn’t tell if it was locked or not until she tried. But then, she didn’t know what was on the other side of it either.
She could do this. She’d just find a weapon and open the door and sneak out. Then she’d run for help.
Yes, that sounded like a plan.
In reality, all she wanted to do was hide in a corner, close her eyes, and wait for her body to wake up so she’d find herself at home in her bed, warm and toasty, preferably with Tyler wrapped around her.
Well, if she were dreaming, she might as well go all out, and that sounded like the best plan.
Tyler.
Maybe if someone noticed her missing, he’d come for her. She didn’t think he’d be the one to notice, but maybe one of his brothers would and tell him. He was the sheriff after all. But who would notice her missing? She’d told everyone she needed some time to pack and get ready to leave. It might be days before anyone noticed.
Oh, God.
She really was all alone.
Like the cat lady without the cats who everyone thought she was to begin with.
Well crap, it looked like she’d have to save herself.
A notion that didn’t sit well with her.
Okay, what was next on her list?
Oh, yeah, a weapon. She looked down at herself to see if she had anything on her she could use and froze.
Holy hell, that hadn’t been what she’d been wearing when she’d been attacked.
A shudder ran through her as her stomach revolted. She barely held her emotions in and bit her lip so she wouldn’t cry.
Someone had changed her. They’d seen her naked and touched her…and who knows what else?
Oh, God.
Why had she thought the first nightmare was the worse? No, it could get so, so much worse.
She wore a sensual crimson dress that fell to mid-thigh and hugged her curves. It had a heart neckline that only enhanced her cleavage and made her feel like a vixen.
At any other time, she might have enjoyed looking like a bombshell.
Now?
Abby wanted to throw up.
Why would someone put her in this? She looked down at her stiletto-encased feet and cursed. It had to have been a man. No woman would purposely wear these. She’d have to go barefoot because there was no way she could walk, let alone escape, in them.
Her hair was off her shoulders in an updo thing that surprised her. Who wanted her trussed up like this? Dear Lord, did the kidnapper want her dressed like a date before he killed her?
She really needed to stop reading romantic suspense because now horror stories from authors like Shiloh Walker were on her mind and a little too vivid for what she needed at the moment.
Quickly, she took off her shoes and padded on bare feet to the door on shaky legs. She had to do this. There was no use crying in a corner and wishing for things to be different. Even though that’s exactly want she wanted to do.
Abby held her breath and put her ear to the door, straining to hear anything on the other side.
Nothing.
That either meant the door was solid enough that she couldn’t hear the scariness on the other side, or she was alone. At least alone enough for her to try and open the door.
She could do this.
There really wasn’t another choice. She didn’t want to die today—or any day in the near future.
And all of this meant nothing if the door was locked. Steadying herself, she twisted the knob and bit her lip so she wouldn’t squeal out in glee when it turned.
Unlocked.
Small favors, right?
She slowly cracked open the door and looked through. There was only an empty hallway that led to another door, dimly lit with a bare bulb.
Okay, could this get any more
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