Dorothy was dizzy, and her hands were still tightly bound. Her wrists had been rubbed raw, and they burned every time the ropes rubbed against them.

It had been a long time since she'd had any food or water, and she didn't have the strength to struggle. Hugo dragged her into a car and slid into traffic. With all the twists and turns, she couldn't tell where they were headed.

Perhaps it had been two hours, or even three. The car suddenly stopped and the door was pulled open. Hugo dragged her out by the wrists and kicked her to the ground.

The back of her head hit a hard...