“Oh Farrah…A few texts about your precious brother being in danger and you come running like an obedient little puppy,” my ex-fiance’s smile was wide as the ocean.

My stomach dropped. Bile rising in my throat. The “your brother is in danger” story—it had been a trap. And I'd fallen for it completely.

“Seven years pretending to love you wasn't enough entertainment.” His laugh echoed in the van. “I had to see just how far you'd go, how much of a naive you still are. How easily I could manipulate you one last time.”

I struggled against the bindings, tears soaking into the blindfold. The van hit a bump, my...