Jennifer DeMarco knew she was going to die. Struggling once more in vain to loosen the ties at her wrists, she succeeded in only making the leather straps dig even further into her already bloodied skin. Tears fell and she fought off a sob, nearly choking on the gag that filled her mouth.
The cavern where the terrorists had shoved her was pitch black, the kind of darkness where one couldn‟t see which way was up or down, but that was to be expected in a cave. She shivered from the cold that could at best be called bone chilling and at worst…well, she didn‟t want to dwell too much on just how terribly cold it truly was.
She‟d come to the point where she was just going to have to accept the sad truth—she was done for.