Escape Plan

Chapter 152

Janet

“Hungry?” Lois asked me, waving a chicken wing in my face.

I glared at her. There were hundreds of choice names I would have liked to call her but the gag in my mouth stopped me.

We were in a motel, even more dirty and rundown than the previous one. I was sitting on the bed tied up and gagged. Lois sat on the only chair eating chicken and drinking soda. The greedy bitch hadn’t given me any food or water since we had arrived the evening before, and it was now well past midday. After she had knocked Jason out, she had dragged me from the bed and put a jacket around my shoulders.

“Make any wrong move,” she said pointing the gun at me. “ And you are history.”

We walked out of the room side by side, the gun sticking on my ribs. The motel was almost deserted. She unlocked the car and pushed me into the back seat then got behind the wheel. She made a call to the cops telling them to hurry to the motel because, Janet Benson and her kidnappers were in room 1