So I dragged her by the feet into the woods. I untied her wrists and immediately retied one, again with my tie, as high as I could reach up the trunk of one of a pair of small trees. What was she was so desperately trying to say through her gag? Nothing I wanted to hear I was certain, so I hit her hard in the mouth – now a little blood started bubbling from the sponge and bandage gag. As frothy blood started to trickle down her bare chest I untied her ankles and re-tied the end of the cargo strap to her right wrist and threw the other end over a fork in the trunk of the second tree. As I heaved on it with all my strength stretching her arms wide to lift her off the ground she managed to utter a loud desperate screech despite the bloody gag – I then remembered how that shoulder had looked as if it was dislocated after the crash.
