Michelle's POV

I heard the car screech to a halt. The wind blew my hair against my face. With the jute bag over my face, I couldn't tell where I was.

I heard the car door slam shut, and then in a few seconds the door beside me opened and a hefty hand reached out and grabbed me, pulling me roughly out of the car.

The jute bag was removed and I coughed violently, breathing in a rush of air.

The guard tightened his fat palm around my arm, causing me to wince in pain.

Davis lit a cigarette.

I stared at my surroundings. We were at the beach.

At...