Chapter 65: Losing My Mind, Part 5
Monday Night. . .Night two in captivity
Barking dogs replaced the soothing sounds of moving traffic as day dimmed into night. Frightened by every sound amplified by the empty building, Cianne had no other choice than to stay awake.
That first night, one of her darkly-dressed captors had opened the door, hurled a flashlight at her feet, then quickly shut the door. She kept the light on the entire night as she sat up in the corner clutching her knees to her chest, wishing that all this was one of her awful nightmares. That she was home with her father and that Tristan held her close.
By the time the sounds of traffic signaled daylight, Cianne was exhausted. She wondered throughout the night if she was alone in the building or if her captors stayed with her through the night. The thought of being alone in this place was a bit more frightening to her than they were.