Jenna almost passed out. She felt a sudden weakness in her knees and she braced herself against the roof of the car with one hand. Did she hear her right? Jenna's thoughts became muddled with a jumble of repeated words as she struggled to replay Trisha's request again in her mind. A loud thumping sound resonated in her brain as Jenna's heart began to pound. Her feet and hands became icy sticks as she careened in disbelief. She was sure this was a huge mistake. She was positive that Trisha was going to let her go. What happened? How did things change so rapidly?
Jenna's dry mouth could barely formulate the words, but she had to ask the question, "W-what d-do I do with my c-clothes?" The idea of actually going through with this was appalling, but what choice did she have? Trisha was sitting in her only true means of escape, not to mention her possessive control she had on her. Jenna knew she'd have to do it, no matter what the consequence.