The Code Within by Jones S. L

Author:Jones, S. L. [Jones, S. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, Mystery
ISBN: 9780991666201
Amazon: B00KE8RBIW
Goodreads: 22223026
Publisher: Huston & Sumair Global
Published: 2014-05-15T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 81

Kozlov Bratva hideout, Leesburg, VA

SHE WAS FORCED to strip down to her underwear as soon as they entered the room. The sheer purple underwear she had once considered cute now made her feel vulnerable. They were intimidating. Hard men, definitely killers, and they enjoyed the show. At first it wasn’t clear whether the two men were planning to rape her or just wanted to cause humiliation. They spoke in Russian, but lewd comments were a universal language, and she understood.

When they motioned her over to the bench, she reluctantly obeyed. She was paralyzed by the cold, deliberate eyes of her captors as they approached. Everything happened so fast. There was no time for her to react. They had strapped her to the bench and draped a damp cloth over her face before she could manage to take a breath. Her heart pounded as they fastened a restraint around her neck. She forced herself to breathe. She felt the bench rise up, which brought her feet above the rest of her body. Instinct told her to hold her legs together as the blood rushed to her head.

That was some minutes ago, she believed. She wasn’t sure… Now she listened, her covered eyes wide with terror. The next assault was on its way. She could visualize what was making the sounds—a spigot shooting a stream of water into a metal bucket. The initial pitter-patter on the bottom, followed by a crescendo of water as it tinkled its way to the top. Then three steps toward her. At first they weren’t sounds that tormented her. It was the third bucket that turned once-benign sounds into something she feared.

This was bucket number four, and the familiar noise had transformed yet again. Cathy Moynihan didn’t know how to describe what she felt. It was beyond fear; she was much more than horrified. Whatever it was, it numbed her. It was what she imagined a claustrophobic person might experience when locked away in a small, dark place. She contemplated whether this was karma, after what had happened to the man in the trailer. Maybe this was his way of coming back to haunt her.

The Russian didn’t bother to repeat the question this time, and he began to pour the water over her head. Panic set in.

“They took him!” she yelled through the water-soaked cloth.

The Russian poured the rest of the cold water over her bare skin as she coughed her airway clear. The last time they had emptied a full bucket over her head, she’d passed out and woke up with a Russian pressing on her stomach to drain the fluid through her mouth and nose.

Breathing was difficult. She gasped for air in between coughing the rest of the water out of her lungs. She didn’t want to go there again. They had broken her. The violent shivering was a brutal combination of cold and fear.

“Who?” the Russian said.

“The FBI.”

Moynihan began to cough violently again. She was afraid to tell them he was dead in case his life represented a way out of this.

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