Page 102 of Heartless Sinner

Someone jerked my wrists behind my back and bound them tight.

Another reached for my ankles, and I tried to kick them.

Bad idea.

They caught my leg, then lifted me like a piece of cargo. Boots crunched over dirt as they carried me away.

Minutes passed before they abruptly came to a halt.

A faint click cut through the air.

They started swinging me.

One. Two. Three times.

By the fourth swing, I was convinced they were using me as a human jump rope. I squeezed my eyes shut when they threw me.

I crashed onto a hard surface, pain exploding through my shoulder and hip.

Something slammed shut above my head.

A car trunk.

So far, this matched how Blair’s Initiation had started.

Kidnapped from my bed. Check.

Dragged outside. Check.

Tied up like cargo. Check.

Stuffed into a trunk like a mob victim. Check.

Blair had left out the part where the trunk smelled like a morgue.

The vehicle tore off.

One sharp turn slammed me into a metal wall. Another sent me rolling across the trunk.

Then came the brake checks.

Once.

Twice.

Again.

They weren’t going anywhere.

They were trying to make me sick.

It worked.

Bile surged up my throat. I gagged as vomit filled my mouth, some of it seeping under the tape. Panic hit me harder than the nausea.

I couldn’t spit.

Couldn’t wipe my mouth.