I was tied up, my hands and feet bound tightly with rough ropes, and a handkerchief stuffed into my mouth, silencing me completely.
I couldn't make a sound as I was thrown into the trunk of a car.
The trunk was stiflingly hot, and the lingering effects of the drugs in my system kept me in relentless torment.
But compared to what lay ahead, this was child's play.
If I could endure this pain for a little longer, I would finally find my sister—a thought that gave me a glimmer of hope.
The trunk jolted violently, and my legs were probably bruised from the impact, yet I felt no pain.
I could hear Cadell and Charles talking in the car, their words dripping with thinly veiled hints, as if they wanted me to hear every word.
Cadell chuckled, "Grandpa, since we're sending her away anyway, why
