Jane Doe by Lillian Duncan
English | 2020| Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 3.5 MB
Lillian lives in a small town in Ohio with her husband. She writes the type of books she loves to read–mystery and suspense with a touch or two of romance!
A Broken Body. A Broken Mind. What If She Wasn’t The Last Victim?Raven Marks survives a brutal kidnapping but just barely. Along with a broken body, her mind is broken. She wants to put the past behind her, but nightmarish memories won’t let her. . .At first because she doesn’t have them, and then because she does.
Even though her fractured memory can’t recall every detail, she’s haunted by one thought: What if she wasn’t the last victim? Her search for answers leads her to the highest politicians in the land. Each reclaimed memory brings her closer to the truth—and to even more danger.
The darkness of her dreams came once again.
Sometime later, she heard a noise and then felt a kick in her side. She sucked in her breath with the pain. The monster was back. She opened her eyes. A new day? He stood above staring down at her. “So you’re finally up. I guess I know where the Lazy Susan got its name.”
“My name…not Suzie.”
Pain radiated throughout her body.
“It’s whatever I want it to be. And I say it’s Suzie Q.”
Raven. My name’s Raven. She wanted to protest but what would be the point? Instead she closed her eyes and waited.
“Open your eyes.”
She did as she was told.
“You really are disgusting, you know that, Suzie?” A slight kick again. “I mean, really? Don’t you have any pride in yourself? You’re filthy. And this place smells horrible. I think it’s time for a good spring cleaning, don’t you?”
Was it spring? Did that mean she’d been here for a year? Was that even possible? To live this way for that long. Would she be here next year in the spring? And the next? Please help me, God. Please help me.
He walked out of the room but a moment later came in holding a bucket with a scrub brush in one hand and three-gallon jugs of bleach in the other. “Clean this place up. I’ll take out the straw. If you do a good job, I might even let you take a bath. Wouldn’t you like that?”
She nodded but didn’t move.
After he gathered up the straw, he kicked her again for good measure. “What are you waiting for? I said clean this mess up.”
“I need my hands. Both of them.” She held up her chained wrist.
“I suppose you do.” He knelt down and unlocked the padlock.
The chain slipped away. It felt wonderful not to have that heavy thing on. This was the first time he’d unchained her since she’d been here. Maybe this really would be the day? “How about my leg? I can’t reach the other part of the room.”
“I suppose you can’t but that’s not happening, Suzie Q. Clean the areas you can reach and then I’ll think about unchaining you. Later.”
Raven nodded. She picked up one of the bleach containers and poured some in the corner, then moved the bucket closer. It was half-filled with water. She got down on her hands and knees. Using the scrub brush, she did as she was told. The bleach fumes burned her nose and throat.