Chapter 40 Melissa

• The smoke obscured my eyesight, and coughing left my throat sore. The guy gripped my arm like a vice, forcing me along the dark tunnel. I kicked and yelled, but it was ineffective—my voice was absorbed by the darkness, and my body felt weak from the toxins.
• "Let me go!" I gasped, barely audible. My kidnapper simply strengthened his grip, tugging me with terrible force that sent jolts of pain down my arm.
• A rush of horror swept over me. What did they want from me?