Chapter 99
LUCY
Iremember thinking many times over the last several weeks that time was moving at a snail’s pace. I’d been wrong.
It was at this moment, with my mouth gagged and my hands cuffed, that time truly moved like molasses.
April promised she would take off the duct tape every half hour and give me a sip of water. I was extremely thirsty, so I took in as much water as I could the first few times. I’d felt the wrath of the Taser and didn’t want to experience that again.
However, the longer we sat in the garage, the more I knew April was never going to let me go. Not after this. She’d be charged with kidnapping at a bare minimum—probably torture, too.
Why would she let me go?
So as much as I hated it, I had to take one chance to yell as loud as I could. The Andersons were the closest family, and I doubted they’d be able to hear me from my garage, but I had to risk it.
I tried not to think about the pain I’d soon be enduring.
Twenty minutes later, April opened up the car’s back door again.
“Remember, if you yell, you are getting tased.”
She moved the duct tape just a little bit so the corner of my mouth was uninhibited.
“HELP!” I yelled, but before I could even finish the word, I was tased.
I flipped and flopped all over the back seat. The pain was indescribable. And I hadn’t even finished saying help before April tased me. There was zero chance the Andersons heard me.
When I finished shaking, April fastened three more slabs of duct tape over my mouth.
“That was a big mistake, Lucy. No more water for you.”