Holiday Wedding (Holiday Romance-Spicy Version #2)

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Tuesday, December 24

Wedding Day

Gwen

Ican’t figure out why my limbs feel so heavy, why they won’t move. My eyelids are heavy too. It takes me forever to drag them open.

When I do, I find I’m in semidarkness, surrounded by suitcases and bags stacked so high they make a wall around me, like a fortress made of luggage.

My arms are tied behind my back. The bindings are tight, with nylon rope that digs into my skin. My feet are spread and tied to the legs of the cold metal chair I sit in. I blink once, twice, and slip into unconsciousness.