Clad in Purity, She Journeys Far Away

For three whole years, I was tortured in an underground prison camp in an overseas war zone. I was barely clinging to life when that familiar man pushed the door open and walked in. Francis Henson had his arm around his secretary, Brenda Summers, his tone offhand. "Keep her breathing. Don't play her to death. I still need to bring her back." Brenda giggled, swinging a luxury car key in her hand.