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TERRY IS CAUGHT IN THE MIDST OF A LOVE TRIANGLE THAT SOON TURNS DEADLY, AS ANN AND HER OBSESSION WITH WADE CAUSES HER TO COME UNDONE…
Terry could taste the blood---slightly salty and metallic. She winced when her tongue brushed against her swollen lip. She tried to move her hands, but her arms were heavy, like lead, and she could feel her wire bonds as they bound her hands tightly against her back, and cut into the already-raw flesh of her wrists.
Terry strained, listening for any familiar sounds that might help her to figure out where she was, or whom had taken her, but the only sounds that were audible was her ragged breath, her pounding heart, that hurt so bad from beating so hard and fast; and outside, off in the distance, the sound of a foghorn was carried on the wind.
Terry felt the wire bonds loosen slightly, and she silently cried out in elation. Then she heard it: low at first, that Terry thought she had imagined it. She turned towards where she thought the noise had come from; her heart pounded fiercely inside her chest as she thought about all the horror movie clichés, and she had to laugh out loud.
"Who's there," She called out hoarsely. Terry closed her eyes tightly, hoping that her captors didn't hear, and decide to investigate.