The Big Fix: Torus Intercession Book Five by Mary Calmes

Author:Mary Calmes [Calmes, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

When I opened my eyes, I could see nothing. The blackness was complete. Moving my head gently, I felt the blindfold, and when I tried to move my hands, I found them tied in front of me. Normally, I would have gone for the blindfold at that point, but since I could feel the rocking of the vehicle, I didn’t try. Better to sit and not bring on another blow with, I was guessing, some kind of blackjack.

How long had I been out?

My head felt like I’d been kicked by a mule. And no, that had never happened to me, but I imagined it was similar. Was I letting my mind wander? Yes. Had that always been helpful, talking to myself in these kinds of situations? Actually, yes. It calmed me, and at the moment, calm was good.

I lost any sense of time. I was in the back seat of a vehicle, an all-terrain, I was guessing, since I could hear the grind of the transmission’s low gear as the tires plowed over tough terrain in a steady climb. But if I was pressed to answer the question of direction, it would be impossible to tell. All I could say was that the roads got rougher and rougher as my captors pressed on.

There were at least two men up front—I heard them talking—and I could feel another in the back seat with me. The way I was being ignored, as if they weren’t even remotely worried that I could speak the language, told me there was little point in trying to get them to talk to me. In my experience, when people were quiet, that was when there was a chance they saw you as a threat. When they chatted in front of you, unworried, that was when they considered you already dead.

Finally, the vehicle slowed, then came to a sudden stop. It had slowed several times over the past couple of hours as we’d encountered some obstacle or another in our path, but this time was different. The driver shut the engine off.

“Okay, you get out,” a voice spoke slowly with a slight accent.

From the low and controlled tone of voice, I could tell I would not be told twice. A pair of hands roughly yanked me from the back seat. I swung my legs down from the vehicle onto the ground.

“Where are we?” I always asked in these situations, just to see what the response would be.

“You stay quiet,” barked the man. His tone was harsh, but the Thai slang I’d heard the men using during our travel told me I was still somewhere in the Phuket province.

A long silence followed, during which I noted the heat and heavy moisture in the air. I couldn’t see anyone because of the damn blindfold, and I couldn’t hear anyone either, which meant they were deliberately keeping quiet. Still, I could sense them, and I could definitely smell the stink of sweat.

“Take off your clothes,” a low voice growled, and someone untied my hands.

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