One last tease from Missing Part One: West Virginia. If you want to know what happens to Katlin Jenkins, and the man who took her, you will have to get your own copy. :) The next two months of Katlin Jenkins’ life were essentially a repeat of that first night. Of course, it would not always be Congressman Nader. But there was always some fat, old man shoving some part of his body into some part of her body. She held out hope in the beginning, despite knowing better, that someone was looking for her, and that someone would find her. They would find her, and rescue her from all of this. Eventually, those hopes and dreams faded away, and she became dull, almost lifeless. It almost became like she was already dead. She went through the motions, allowing the dirty old men and women to have their ways with her, knowing that she would never leave this place alive. After two months, she thought that she would have liked nothing more than for the Boss to place the muzzle of his gun against her head, and pull the trigger. And she thought about Howard, the dreadful man who had brought her to this place. She held out hope that someone, somewhere had seen him. She hoped maybe someone had seen her with him. She thought about the cop at the lake. Why hadnt he listened to her, choosing instead to believe Howard Simms’s lies? She thought about the few clues that she had been able to leave behind. The scratches on the wall of the portable toilet. The shoe that she had lost in that big, dark barn. The note that she had left in the motel bathroom. Would anyone even think to look inside of that cabinet under the sink, she wondered. Would anyone ever find any of them? Or was she destined to die in this miserable place? And when these thoughts of being rescued entered her mind, they always went away the same way each time. They would go away when she shook her head, and came back to the realization that she would never get away from this place. This usually happened when some old man, or group of old men were using her body for their satisfaction. She would lie there, looking away, and think to herself, “I will never get away. No one is looking for me, so no one will find me. I will die here.”
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 16:42:40 +0000