He had really only left her alone for a few seconds.
Allen was a police officer who had been assigned the task of guarding Eliza. She was an important witness to the worst sex trafficking case the town had ever seen, but when Allen had slipped back inside the coffee shop to grab something he had forgotten, neither of them had thought about her going back inside with him.
It was stupid, really, given the circumstances, and that had been proven when a leather glove-covered hand had clapped over her mouth. The familiar, sweet scent of chloroform had filled her nose. Another hand had snaked around her middle, and she had barely any time to scream by the time the assailant dragged her away.
Eliza had woken later in a dark room. It might have been a motel room. The space was small. There was a double bed and a tall armoire with a TV tucked into it. Some old sitcom was playing on the TV, but it was muted.
Or at least, she could not hear it over a man cursing into a cell phone as he paced the floor.
Eliza felt the familiar tug of ropes on her wrists and ankles as she tried to push herself upright, and there was a gag in her mouth. It was likely just a wad of cloth held in place by another. She was just sitting on the floor, but she was at the very least seated near a radiator, which kept her from feeling too cold.
“We agreed on one hundred thousand dollars, you bastard,” the man said. "If she was only worth fifty thousand to you, then I would have just let her go free!“
There was a cold chuckle on the phone, and Eliza shivered as she recognized that voice as someone who had invaded her body multiple times before she had managed to escape from that horrible place and find the police.
Eliza found herself shaking, and her vision blurred.
“You’re free to take your chances with the police if you want that much money, Stone,” That Man said, gross amusement in his voice. “I’m sure that would end well in your favor.”
The man—Stone—paused in his pacing, and he cast a glare at Eliza.
“Looks like I get to hold onto her a little longer, huh, Reed? Until someone pays up."
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