Chapter 36 Camile
CAMILE
Where the hell am I?
I don’t recognize anything. Not the sound or smells. No, that’s not quite right. Diesel is one of them for sure. Oil, maybe, and gas too. Something mechanical.
I’m in a wooden chair that’s hard beneath me. My legs and arms are bound. Something—an old rag, maybe—is stuffed between my lips. My ass aches where it meets the chair. As my mind comes online, memories race back in, fuzzy at first, then becoming clearer.
Two men, in my room. They grabbed me, and one put his gloved hand over my mouth.
Then they gagged me, bound my hands and feet, and dragged me out of the room.
When we hit the hallway, the second held a rag over my nose, and something awful smelling made me gag, except my mouth was stuffed full, and for one horrible moment, I thought I was going to be sick and choke to death.
Instead, a wave of darkness had pulled me under, almost sweet in its nothingness.
That was it, until I woke up just now, in pain, my head splitting and my bones aching.
The door to wherever I am being held creaks open, letting light in. Two huge men step inside. They’re rough looking, but in a lot of ways they remind me of the Riders. Is this some of them?
Oh, God, has Jack had me taken so I won’t be a nuisance anymore?
No, I discount the thought immediately.
The men lounge against the wall, watching me. Another person enters, but he’s holding a flashlight, which he’s shining right in my face, so I can’t see who he is.
“Well, well, well, look at you. Not so fucking perfect now, are you Camile?”
It’s a voice I recognize. A voice I won’t ever be able to forget, and I shudder in revulsion and fear.
“I thought we could start our date all over again, and these gentlemen helped me plan it.” He comes close, walking behind me. He must bend down because his hot breath tickles my neck. “I’m going to get what I want, and this time you won’t be able to run away.”
It’s Ledger, and I’m totally screwed.