"Wake up. Wake up. Plans have changed," one of the kidnappers barked, his voice gruff and impatient. Olivia stirred, blinking several times as the fog of unconsciousness lifted and reality struck her hard.
They were untying her now, her hands, her ankles, quickly, as if in a rush.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked the moment they ripped the tape off her mouth, her voice hoarse, but strong enough to demand answers.
No one responded.
"Where are you taking me?" she repeated, louder this time. Still, silence met her words.
"Hands forward," one of them ordered sharply. Without resistance, Olivia complied. Her wrists were quickly tied again, tighter this time. They marched her out of the dim room and into the open air.
It wasn't as dark outside. The sun was dipping low, probably between 5 and 6 p.m. She glanced around and realized the place they'd kept her was just a small, decaying structure in the middle of nowhere. Not another building in sight.
