“So you know where in Arizona?” Sasha pressed, thankfully moving the conversation back to the important topic instead of the more disturbing one of my kidnapped family. xxx18 “And you brought back your friend!” she cheered. I was hip deep in a confused mix of self hatred, arousal, frustration, and depression when I heard a car door shut out in front of the house. All the way to the kitchen she didn’t speak to me, just started making herself some breakfast for herself, and I didn’t press her. Sasha was right to hate me; I was a monster. “I…” Samantha started and stopped, thinking for another moment before continuing. “Now how are we going to do it?” she asked and I honestly had no clue how we were going to do that.
