“That’s enough.” Greg lifted his arm and turned back to the front.
I dragged in a slow, shaky breath as nausea made my guts roil. Even though the chloroform hadn’t knocked me all the way out, I couldn’t move, and I could barely think straight. It was like a half-dose of anesthetic had been injected into my veins, leaving me in a cold, nightmarish twilight state.
A moment later, I became dimly aware of the car turning on and moving down the long, dark driveway. “Where are you taking me?” I managed to ask. My voice came out in a slurred whisper.
Greg glanced at me over his shoulder. My vision was so blurry that it looked like there were three of him in the driver’s seat.
“It doesn’t matter, sweetheart,” he said. His voice sounded like it was echoing through a thick wall of water and glass. “You only need to know one thing.”
“What?” I murmured, blinking rapidly in an attempt to keep myself awake.
He grinned. “No one’s ever gonna find you.”