My phone lit up, and I saw a new text from her: "Why don't you respond to my text messages? I feel so rejected by you". Oh man, this was bad. I tried ...o get out of the cuffs but they were quality leather restraints, and my wrist restraints were on the tightest setting, any tighter and I would start to lose circulation. Thirty minutes later she text me again: "You don't appreciate me, and never give me surprises, and your job is more important to you than I am". I could do nothing to stop this. Sister went out for a moment and then returned witha plate and cup. I could see immediately the pitifully small size of thesandwich, almost devoid of filling, and the weak tea, which turned out tohave no sugar in it, only filling about three quarters of the cup."One of the reasons why we shall soon be able to reduce your belt and brastrap is that you are on a strict diet for the time being. You will findthey are actually too big shortly and we will be able to reduce themaccordingly to improve. I overheard two of them talking, saying it was Lauren. And then I saw her car being towed away. It looked like the same one she drove away from the hotel."I told Sharon everything that Lauren had told me, about how Tran beat her when he found out the baby wasn't his. About how much pain she was in. How Carla would cry constantly and there didn't seem to be anything Lauren could do to get her to stop. But right now, Carla was fast asleep in Sharon's arms."I'm not sure what I should do next. Do I. I enquired for a phone…The bartender looked at me from head to feet and pointed the far wall.I thanked him; at least that man seemed to be very friendly.I could send a message to Victor’s phone, telling him the address of that bar and begging him to hurry up as much as he could to pick me up…But I knew it could take him at least three hours until he could be there…Then I returned to the bar.I was going to have to wait there some time; so, I could take a drink…The bartender poured me a nice.