Chapter 28

I was beginning to wonder if this very uncomfortable ride would ever end. If the bruise-induced, body-wrecking bumps would stop. My body ached all over and my stomach churned violently — the result of hunger, nerves, and sickness—and I was barely keeping it in. My head throbbed badly, and I felt very weak. Not forgetting, too, that my bladder is threatening to burst and let go of its full-to-the-brim content. I tried the small hole in the container, but still nothing. I didn’t even know if dawn was approaching or if it was still nightfall. My kidnappers had been talking nonstop for hours, and their words made me cringe. I might not be able to see what they were doing — a situation I was thankful for; otherwise, I’d have puked by now — but I could definitely hear them. I didn’t know if I should be grateful or not. I didn’t even have to make an effort to listen in; their voices were quite audible enough for me to make out their conversations. And if what I had heard were any indication o