began to rise in her, and she took deep breaths in an effort to stave off throwing up. If she began to vomit, with her mouth taped the way it was, she could suffocate. Desperately she began to struggle, knowing only that she needed to get into an upright position.
âEasy there, Pris.â Somehow he seemed to know how she was feeling. He stopped and lifted her off his shoulder, easing her onto her back on the ground. When her weight came down on her bound arms she couldnât suppress a whimper of pain. âAll right,â the man said. âIâm going to cut you loose now, but if you start acting up, Iâll truss you up like a Christmas turkey again and leave you that way. Understand?â
She nodded wildly, wondering if he could see her in the dark. Evidently he could, because he turned her on her side and she felt a knife slicing through the tape that bound her wrists. Tears stung her eyes from the pain as he pulled herarms around and began massaging them roughly to ease her cramped muscles.
âYour daddy sent me to get you out of here,â the man drawled calmly as he began easing the tape off of her mouth. Instead of ripping the adhesive away and taking skin with it, he was careful, and Jane was torn between gratitude and indignation, since heâd taped her mouth in the first place.
Jane moved her mouth back and forth, restoring it to working condition. âMy daddy?â she asked hoarsely.
âYeah. Okay, now, Pris, Iâm going to free your legs, but if you look like youâre even thinking about kicking me again, I wonât be as easy with you as I was the last time.â Despite his drawl, there was something menacing in his tone, and Jane didnât doubt his word.
âI wouldnât have kicked you the first time if you hadnât started pawing at me like a high school sophomore!â she hissed.
âI was checking to see if you were breathing.â
âSure you were, and taking your time about it, too.â
âGagging you was a damned good idea,â he said reflectively, and Jane shut up. She had yet to see him as anything more than a shadow. She couldnât even put a name to him, but she knew enough about him to know that he would bind and gag her again without a momentâs compunction.
He cut the tape from around her ankles, and again she was subjected to his rough but effective massage. In only a moment she was being pulled to her feet; she staggered momentarily before regaining her sense of balance.
âWe donât have much farther to go; stay right behind me, and donât say a word.â
âWait!â Jane whispered frantically. âHow can I follow you when I canât see you?â
He took her hand and carried it to his waist. âHang on to my belt.â
She did better than that. Acutely aware of the vast jungle around her, and with only his presence shielding her from the night terrors, she hooked her fingers inside the waistband of his pants in a death grip. She knotted the material so tightly that he muttered a protest, but she wasnât about to let go of him.
Maybe it didnât seem very far to him, but to Jane, being towed in his wake, stumbling over roots and vines that she couldnât see, it seemed like miles before he halted. âWeâll wait here,â he whispered. âI donât want to go any closer until I hear the helicopter come in.â
âWhen will that be?â Jane whispered back, figuring that if he could talk, so could she.
âA little after dawn.â
âWhen is dawn?â
âHalf an hour.â
Still clutching the waistband of his pants, she stood behind him and waited for dawn. The seconds and minutes crawled by, but they gave her the chance to realize for the first time that sheâd truly escaped from Turego. She was safe and freeâ¦well almost. She was out of his clutches, she was the only one who knew what a close call sheâd had.