Rose’s throat was parched, and her tongue was dry as sandpaper. She licked her lips, but there was barely a drop of an oasis pool inside the desert of her mouth. Instead, she produced a sticky coating she could barely tolerate. She attempted to elevate her upper body with her forearms and realized she couldn’t separate them. Rope dug into her wrists as she tried to pry them loose…and a blazing sharp pain seared across the back of her head. It was clear she was tied. She moved her hands ...