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she was and how much time had passed. Frowning,
she tried to remember why being in the bed felt so strange.
    Wait a minute. I was on the floor!
    Sitting
up, she reached out to switch on the bedside light. Squinting against the
sudden glare, Bridget found the tray laden with fresh fruit and veggies and a
new glass of water.
    Someone’s been here. Couldn’t have been Ms. White
Bitch. She would’ve kicked me before she helped me .
    Bridget
shook her head and grasped the glass, swigging water to ease the dryness of her
throat. It took her a few moments to realize her hands no longer shook from
fatigue or stiffness, and she could sit up with ease. Her right arm still
twinged, and her ribs ached a little, but not as badly as when she’d shuffled
across the floor. The only real discomfort she felt came from her stomach,
reminding her she hadn’t treated it well.
    Not my fault .
    As she
finished the water, she noticed a little blue plastic tube standing upright next
to the plate. Curious, she picked it up and read the small print carefully.
    arnica
montana
    HOMEOPATHIC
MEDICINE
    ACTIVE INGREDIENT: listed above. USE: for
self-limiting condition listed below or as directed by a physician. WARNING: DO NOT USE if pellet dispenser
seal is broken.
    There were other warnings, but she
skipped them to read what it was supposed to treat.
    TRAUMA, BRUISES, MUSCLE SORENESS
    She’d certainly experienced all
that in the last few hours. She shook the tube and listened to the rattle of
the pellets inside. Skeptical, she wondered if it had been made just to keep
her complacent; but the seal remained unbroken, and the tube looked official. Of
course, given the decorations she’d seen in the house on her way out, Mr.
MacGregor and company had enough money to make anything for their own purposes.
    Breaking the seal, she sniffed at
the contents, but nothing came to her nose. She rattled the tube again and considered
her options. On the one hand could be pain relief and rest. On the other could
be pliability and submissiveness to whatever he chose to do to her. She cocked
her head to one side thoughtfully. Any rape with her would be pretty pathetic
if the drug made her so pliant. She didn’t want to be raped, but if she felt ambivalent
about it, it really didn’t constitute rape. All she had to do was not care.
    Yeah, right. And how do I get myself not to care?
    Bridget debated for a while until she heard a gentle knock
at the door. Shaking her head, she leaned back and closed her eyes. She
supposed she could tell whoever it was to go away, but if she truly wanted to
get out of this place she needed the door unlocked . The
memory of the deadbolt sliding home made her shiver.
    “May I
come in?”
    Bridget opened
her eyes to see Cynthia hesitating on the threshold. The black haired woman held
some clothing folded neatly into a compact pile.
    “How are
you feeling?” She crossed the room, setting the clothing down on the bed. “You
haven’t touched any of your food. Aren’t you hungry?”
    Bridget’s
mind was still stuck on the first question.
    “Why
haven’t you eaten anything? Do you think it’s poisoned?”
    “Poisoned?”
Good God, she hadn’t even considered that, but it made sense. “Whyever would I
think anything like that? It isn’t as if you’ve held me here against my will or
locked me in or anything. Oh, wait. You did, didn’t you?”
    “I heard
that you left the house last night.” Cynthia continued as if Bridget hadn’t
spoken at all. “I’m impressed. I can’t imagine you were feeling very well after
what happened to you in
Boston
.
I guess we underestimated you.”
    “Is that
why you locked me in here?”
    “What
are you talking about?”
    “The
door. Didn’t you notice it was locked?”
    “I
thought you wanted your privacy.”
    “Oh,
yeah, like I have a key to this place. Why would I have locked myself in when I
was trying to get out last night?”
    “Usually
when humans realize they’re dealing with