Chapter 165: Priscilla

Wednesday. Unknown, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

PRISCILLA YILMAZ HOOKED HER fingers in the chain link that made up the three sides of her cell and stared at the bastard taunting the American family opposite her with a bottle of water. The mother cradled her child, who wailed and stretched out his little arm toward the liquid.

If Priscilla could just get out of this cage, she'd rip that man's arms off and beat him with his own dick. No, scratch that, it was probably too small. She'd-

A door clanged open somewhere outside her field of vision.

Gooseflesh broke out along her arms and she tensed.

It was only a matter of time before they came at her another way. So far they'd tried to intimidate her, scare her knock her around a little. She could handle all of that. She'd been through it before only now she had the tools to persevere.

All she had to do was hang on until someone came for her.

She was going to be in so much trouble when she got home. If these thugs had only wanted