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JESSICA COUGHED AND moaned in pain, clutching her ribs. She’d have a bruise there after getting hit with the butt of the rifle or whatever weapon that asshole had been carrying. She hadn’t been able to tell in the dark.
They’d hit her in the head with something too, she realized, feeling the small lump on her forehead. Something sticky coated her fingers.
Blood.
She blinked, realizing they’d stashed her in a room that was completely dark. Was she still in that small little storage building? Or had they hauled her off somewhere else after she’d been knocked unconscious?
What had happened to the teenager?
“Hello,” she croaked, knowing without waiting for an answer that nobody was here.
Her mind whirled, and she wondered how long she’d been out. Hours? Days?
There were no windows. No lights.
Nothing.
A string of voices muttering in Arabic came from the other side of the wall, but they got softer, as if whoever had been talking was moving further away. Leaving her alone to lie here in pain.
She heard a loud crash in the distance but closed her eyes, rolling over on the floor. If her head would just stop pounding....
She submitted to the darkness.
