Chapitre 112: Present - 62

The car pulled onto the road as the men mounted their motorcycles. When their engines roared to life, they took off in the opposite direction. She looked out the window and tried to figure out where they were and where they were going. 

The woman and the driver were the only other people in the car. Two against one were not good odds, but it was better than four against one. The woman eyed her in her seat, watching her suffer before she turned her gaze out the window. "We are taking you to his headquarters. We will drop you off there and be on our way."

"How far away is that?"

"Thirty minutes," she answered. "I suggest you get some rest."

The idea of returning to the man who tortured her and who tried to mentally broke her sent chills down her spine. Now that she had a taste of freedom, she never wanted to go back. She hoped Paul would track her down and come to her rescue but she also knew that was impossible.