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“Hi Kim.” He leaned down into the window and looked at the others in the car. His eyes came to rest on Brit for a few seconds longer than her companions, making her feel uncomfortable before he said, “Hello ladies.” Then turned his attention back to Kim.
“Up ahead, a truck went off the road and took a few trees down, blocking the roadway. Where are you coming from?”
“We spent the day in Springbank to do some shopping.”
“Unfortunately, you will need to head back the way you came, then take highway 71. It’ll take you about 20 minutes longer. Just be careful though, these roads are slick.”
“Always!” Kim flashed him a smile as she put the car into gear. Making a U-turn in the middle of the road, she headed back to the sideroad.
“Isn’t there another way to get to the village?” Brit asked, with worried eyes.
Kim chanced a glance at her in the rear-view mirror and knew why the poor girl looked so afraid. “Unfortunately, not.”
Brit took a deep breath. I’ll be fine, she thought to herself. But When Vince stared at her, she had an uneasy feeling. It was like he could read her mind just by looking at her or was it pity in his eyes?
Whatever it was, the weather nor him had anything to do with her raising anxiety and everything to do with the road they had to travel on. The one place they would have to pass that she never wanted to see in her lifetime again. The emu farm. As they got closer to the road, she gripped the handlebar on the car door as sweat broke upon her brow. They were still miles away from the farm and she was already a wreck. If the lake had been frozen, she would have told Kim to stop the car so she could bail out and walk across it to the inn. But sadly, it wasn’t.
Feeling trapped like a caged animal, she slid her hand to the power button and cracked her window open. Sucking in the cold air as the snowflakes swirled in her face, she calmed her breathing down by taking deep breaths and holding them for a count of eight. She did it so many times that she started feeling lightheaded.
Desi raised the alarm by asking, “Brit, are you okay?”
“Are you going to be sick?” Kim asked from the front seat.
Brit started rocking front to back holding her stomach. Feeling the car start to slow down, she shook her head, and said, “No. I’m fine. Keep driving Kim.”
“Look,” Jasmine said, pointing out the window. “There’s my old place.”
That innocent remark from a teenager had Brit spiraling back in time. To that fateful night...
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SHE LOOKED AROUND ANDsaw the city was fast leaving them behind.
“Where the hell are you taking me?”
For the first time in her career, Brit McCoy knew fear. No. Not fear, terror. Working for one of the busiest escort services in Toronto, she knew that it was always a possibility to deal with a job that went sideways but not like this. What was supposed to be only a dinner date with a high roller, Brian O’Neil, was turning into an abduction.
Everything was fine until after they ate at the fanciest restaurant the city had to offer. Then he suggested going to his penthouse for a nightcap before returning her to her apartment. There were no red flag vibes that she was feeling from him, and he was attractive, so she agreed.
“Don’t worry about it. We will be there in a few hours,” he said, stroking her knee as they pulled up to a red light.
She flung his hand off her leg. “A few hours?! You never said we were leaving the city.”
Grabbing the door handle, she pushed the door open only to have him reach across her and slam it shut.
“I didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice.” In one fluid motion, his hand that held a rag, covered her face and before she knew it, she was seeing black.
Brit woke up lying on a bed with one hand cuffed to the post and a strip of duct tape across her mouth. When she heard someone outside of the closed door, she quickly closed her eyes and tried desperately to pace her breathing. She lay still as a stone as the door opened and the sound of shuffling feet came to stop beside the bed.
Praying that he would think she was still passed out, she let out a scream as the tape was ripped from her mouth.
“Good. I see you’re awake now,” Brian leered down at her. “If I uncuff you, do you promise not to leave? Not that it will do you any good...”
She nodded mutely.
He took a ring of keys from his pocket. Grabbing her wrist, he undid the cuff, and she quickly rubbed the bruises that it had caused.
“Where did you take me? And where are my belongings?” She asked, sitting up.
