Page 52 of Special Agent Murphy

Chapter Thirty-two

Misti had no idea how long she’d been chained to the cot in the stinking bathroom. All she could go by was the number of times the man came to give her another shot of joy.

She’d drank water as her only form of sustenance. They hadn’t passed over any food, and hunger pains were beginning to keep her awake.

When she heard the door being unlocked, she begged the masked man, “How long have I been here? I’m so hungry. Can I have something to eat?”

“I’ll see. You’ve been a good little girl, not making any noise. You be nice to me, and I can be nice to you, sweetheart. Maybe next time I come to visit, I’ll bring you a hamburger.”

She didn’t answer. Just turned her head and let him plunge the needle in so she could escape from the terror his meaningful words had produced.

She barely heard the yelling from the other side of the wall that provided her a hint of solace. “Knock that shit off, lover boy. The boss says she’s to be left alone.”

Could she believe that?

“So… who’s going to know if we have a little fun?”

Dad-dy?

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