The stench was revoliting, like rotting flesh and like death.
She wanted out of that place, that place of death, but he had her, and as long as he had her he was going to torture her, until she lost her usefulness.
He was a psychopath, how had she managed to get herself caught up with a psychopath.
She had so many questions, but no answers.
The only thing she was certain of was the fact that she had to escape. She had to find a way to get out of their, or she would be the next to turn into a pile of bones.
She had children at home, two little girls, and a husband who loved her, but she went to work knowing the dangers.
An FBI profiler, she knew how this waould play out, and she knew she had to get out of their, find out where the rest of her team was. Funny she had not thought about them until now.
Are they dead too?
To Be Continued...