Chapter 50

Abby

I attempt to maneuver my arms in a more comfortable position, but it seems nearly impossible. I have been here in this hell hole for hours and yet have no idea where I am.

A trickle of blood spills down my arm slowly and I watch it with aggravation as it reaches my flowing white dress sleeve I was excited to wear tonight. I blink back a few tears at my situation and give myself a small pep talk.

I cannot break down. No there. Not now.

I attempt another maneuver to try and get comfortable but the handcuffs that are connecting my small frail hands with the steel beam above me prevent me further. The man that brought me into this small windowless basement of some kind is the same man that had my father in a choke hold with a gun to his neck.

My father.